The 30-Inch Challenge

The following is a work of fiction. Everyone involved is over the age of 21. All comments are deeply appreciated!

The beautiful bird of prey perched atop the summit had eyes that could see for miles, but it had never beheld more breathtaking legs than those belonging to the young, spunky brunette as she crested the ridge. Her auburn ponytail bounced and jerked underneath her Boise State University ballcap. The brim kept her big, blue eyes in the shade from the bright sun in the cloudless sky. Those same eyes lit up as they fell upon the plumage of the hawk resting on the iron bar before her.

"Oh wow..." she said in awe.

Cool, late-summer air hung in silence as both gorgeous creatures were lost in thought gazing at each other. Both had lithe bodies with toned muscle hiding just beneath either feathers or a t-shirt and shorts. With a quick unfurling of its large wings, the hawk turned and dove out of sight with the passing of a sharp breeze. Blinking, against the wind, after having not done so for what felt like a lifetime, the woman approached where the bird had just sat and began signing the guestbook that was chained beneath it. Her piercing eyes roved over the names in the book and she felt a mixture of reverence for those who had come before her and giddiness in getting to add her own name.

Loose stones could be heard getting kicked and scattered from where the young woman had come from and before she had even picked up the pen, another hatted individual came into sight. Unlike his smaller companion, he was staggering and hoarsely gulping for air.

"Next time you want to go hiking, at least let me know so I can change out of jeans and loafers first," the young man said.

Curly copper hair bloomed out from his matching BSU cap which sat above a narrow face flushed with freckles and sweat. A white undershirt clung to his fit torso like a second skin and was practically dripping with sweat. Even his blue jeans were darker in spots where they rubbed against his thighs during the ascent.

"What, and waste daylight for no reason?" she asked. She gestured to the robin-egg blue backpack over his shoulder. "Have a drink and stop being a baby."

He unslung the strap and opened the zipped compartment before pulling out a stainless BSU water bottle. After unscrewing the cap, he offered it to her and she waved him off.

"You really missed out," she continued. "When I got here there was this beautiful red-tailed hawk sitting here. At least, I think it was a red-tailed hawk. Might have been a falcon. What's it called? Puffin?"

"You're thinking of a 'peregrine falcon'," he said.

"Either way," she continued. "If we would have waited for you to change your clothes, I might've missed him." She stuck her tongue out at him. The man continued to guzzle his water wordlessly.

A breeze picked up causing the pages in book to flutter violently. Startled, out of fear of them being damaged, the woman placed her palms flat to hold them in place. She took the pen and began to write but stopped. A few curious strokes turned into furious scribbles before giving up. The ink had run dry.

The man strode over to her and pulled a small plastic pen out of his pocket before handing it to her. She accepted it wordlessly before writing her name: Emily. She passed the pen back to the man and then stepped a few feet away to gaze out over the forested land below. He took her spot and wrote his name right below hers: Todd. He stared at her name for a few seconds before slamming the book shut and placing the pen back in his pocket

Gazing over at Emily, Todd had now noticed that she had removed her ball cap and undone her ponytail, her long hair fluttering in the breeze. She threw her arms up above her head, keeping a death grip on her cap as the wind desperately tried to steal it from her.

"Doesn't the view make it all worth it?" she yelled, sputtering to keep the hair out of her mouth.

Todd's gaze went from the tops of her sneakers all the way up her tanned, slender legs, then muscular thighs and an ass that filled out her athletic shorts nicely. He lingered only briefly before continuing to admire her shoulder blades beneath her shirt and then finally came to rest on the nape of her neck. She pivoted around on one foot and through the strands of hair she was beaming from ear to ear.

Todd and Emily had been inseparable since they met as children. In grade school, Todd had been walking back from the nurse when he ran into her in the hallway. She dared him to beat her to the top of the stairs, and he watched her sprint up the flight, two at a time, before he went back to class. The next day she found him again and taunted him endlessly for losing to a girl. Then she invited him to a rematch at her birthday party that coming weekend which he accepted.

Despite participating in many sports over the years, Todd had never met anyone as competitive as Emily. There was no challenge she wouldn't undertake. Todd once found her three-quarters of the way through a gallon of milk in the lunchroom just because some guy bet she couldn't finish it before lunch was over. She spent the next period in the bathroom vomiting. As soon as Todd had obtained his driver's license, Emily would beg him to drive at all hours of the day to swim meets, competitive eating contests, marathons; any place where she could compete and then proudly smile afterwards and yell "I did it!" with Todd giving her a round of applause. Even after she got her own license, she still asked Todd to drive her everywhere and he always accepted.

Seeing her jubilant on the edge of cliff did make it all worthwhile to Todd. He wished he could capture that joy in a bottle and open it on a rainy day like a child who collects pine needles in a box and cracks it open to get a whiff of Christmas in summer. Emily had a strict "no pictures" rule and believed people should live in the moment and not see the world through the eyes of their phone camera. Todd's phone background is a picture of Emily from a local news website that had used an image of her victory celebration from when she dominated a local hot dog eating contest. When she first saw it on his phone, he was nervous she'd find it weird, but she just cackled and remarked that she had lost count of how many shirts she'd lost to ketchup and mustard stains.

Emily placed her cap snugly back on her head and walked over to her best friend.

"Ready for the easy part?" she asked. She looked up at him grinning.

"I'm ready for dinner and a hot shower. Not necessarily in that order," he said.

"Sounds good," she said. "You're buying... unless you wanna race for it?"

Todd just rolled his eyes.

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In the cafeteria, three college girls sat around a table chatting. Wearing light summer clothes, and with more spent on their hair, nails and skin care than some spend on their first car, they were eating a small lunch and discussing the weekend.

"Bobby's parents were out of town so we had the whole house to ourselves," said the brunette with a grin. "We survived... but the liquor cabinet didn't."

"Oh my Gawd, you're so lucky," said the red-head. "My parents were also out of town but I had to watch Jake and his dweeby friends. I didn't even feel comfortable laying out and getting some sun."

"Shut up, you guys need to hear what I did this weekend," said the blonde. "Christina knows some farm boys that own a cabin up in the mountains so we hopped in their truck and went up there with them."

Emily was walking by the table, lunch tray in hand, when the blonde noticed her ponytail swaying with every step.

"Hey Em!" the blonde shouted. "Stop over here quick."

Emily did an exaggerated pivot on one foot. She stopped at the edge of table and then sat herself and her tray down when the blonde motioned to the chair in front of her.

"How'd you spend your weekend?" the blonde asked. "Another 60-minute cheesesteak challenge?"

Emily was about to retort but realized she was indeed wearing the "Big Belly's B-B-Q" t-shirt that she won for completing their food contest. The matching hat was buried deep in her closet at home.

"No," Emily said. "I knocked out another twelver. I think I can finish the rest before winter sets in."

"Was your shadow with you?" the brunette asked teasingly.

"Of course," Emily said. "Get this, right, as soon as I got to the top I saw a huge, beautiful hawk sitting there. He stared at me for a while and then took off. And Todd missed it because he was lagging behind."

"I don't know any guy that could keep up with you, Em," the blonde said. "And I know a lot of guys. In fact, I met a lot of guys over the weekend and did something even YOU couldn't do."

"Oh yeah?" Emily asked.

"It's all over social media right now," the blonde said. "It's called the '30-Inch Challenge'. And it involves penises."

"Do you know what a penis is, Emily?" the brunette asked. "I mean, outside of health class?"

Emily rolled her eyes. Emily's reputation of taking on challenges followed her from high school into college. More than a few times guys have said "We dare you to flash your tits!" or "Here's a challenge: making my dick hard! You've got a head start!". She always responded like she does when she finds anything that might be a waste of time: rolled her eyes (a habit that Todd had picked up from her).

Emily is no stranger to male attention. She's heard the comments they make about her body, and she's been asked out by more than a handful. She always tells them that she's too busy. Occasionally her siblings ask why she hasn't brought home a boyfriend but her parents remain silent and supportive.

"I'm not the expert like you are, Brittany, but yes, I'm well-informed," she said. Emily grasped the sides of her tray and began to stand up.

"Wait wait wait," the blonde said. "I didn't call you over here for you to get bullied. I'm serious." She shot a frown at Brittany before continuing.

"The 30-Inch Challenge is a real thing and the rules are simple. You have eight hours to make dicks come. Each inch of length for the dick gives you one point; half points for your hand or mouth, double with your ass. You win if you have exactly 30 points after eight hours. No more, no less."

The redhead stared at the blonde with her mouth agape while the brunette had nodded through the entire thing.

"I did it this weekend at a cabin, mainly using three guys whose dicks were five or six inches. There was a guy with an eight incher but that would have thrown my count off, so I mainly left him to my friend Christina. She didn't mind."

The girls looked at Emily who sat there with a furrowed brow. After years of coming up with challenges, she had never even thought about incorporating a sexual element. The more it puzzled her, the more interesting it seemed. It was an entirely new field for her that combined endurance, math and creativity. She'd have to work on people skills, do plenty of research and learn how to properly prepare. She stopped staring a hole in the lunchtable and instead looked back at the blonde.

"But isn't eight hours a long time?" she asked. "Don't penises finish in like... seconds?" The girls stared dumbfounded at her.

"Eight hours is so you actually have to find different guys. It encourages you to be a little slutty instead of just doing it with your boyfriend over and over," the blonde said.

"If you need help finding guys, I could always have my brother Jake and his nerdy friends meet up with you," the redhead said. Now it was Emily's turn to balk with the other two.

"What?" she continued. "They're all over 18. I just wish they would lust over some other girl. I can't handle another love confession from a guy that keeps videogame cheat codes in his wallet."

"As loathe as I am to admit it, you probably won't have too much trouble finding guys to hook up with. I don't know how you burn a million calories a day and still have a butt like that," the brunette said.

"Look, I'll text you the rules in detail. You don't HAVE to do it, I just thought you might be interested," the blonde said.

"Oh, I'm definitely interested," Emily said. She got up from the table and grabbed her tray.

"Now leave so we can talk shit on you," Brittany said. Emily rolled her eyes and left, walking further into the cafeteria.

"That was pretty mean, Mags" Brittany said.

"What? She seemed interested to me," Maggie said.

"Yeah, she may know what a dick is but you think her autistic ass knows what a condom is? For her sake, I hope she finds out," Brittany said.

"Yeah, but it'd be great if my little brother Jake knocked her up," the redhead said. Maggie and Brittany snapped their heads toward her.

"Ashley, what the fuck?" they said in unison.

"What?! It would get him out of the house!" Ashley said.

Meanwhile, Emily had found Todd sitting at a separate lunch table closer to the entrance. He saw her approach and gave her an acknowledging lift of the chin before shoveling another chicken tender into his mouth with one hand and checking his phone in his other. Emily, in her excitement, half dropped her tray onto the table, the clattering making Todd jump and drawing the eyes of several other students around. She unslung her backpack and started rooting through it.

"Have you heard of the 30-Inch Challenge? You're always on your phone," Emily said pulling out a notepad. She slapped the table and made a grasping motion with her free hand.

"No, what is it?" Todd asked, sliding her a pen.

Todd had seen her in this fervor before. Whenever Emily came up with something that interested her, she planned it all out on the notepad. She was reacting much the same way now as when she wanted to find out if it would be faster to do three laps around the house standing in a sleeping bag or having it over your head. That challenge ended when she nearly tumbled through the sliding glass door onto the patio.

"Maggie told me about it. She said she did it this weekend," Emily said.

"Mags did it? I dunno... maybe you race someone while both of you are wearing fifteen-inch heels?" Todd guessed.

Emily, who had been writing furiously, stopped.

"No... but that's a great idea!" she said.

The pen resumed it's highspeed work. Todd shrugged and began drinking from his bottle of milk.

"It's about dicks," she continued.

Todd choked on his milk and swallowed it wrong. Emily continued jotting away ideas and research questions in her notepad while Todd sputtered and struggled to breathe. After coughing and clearing his throat several times, he managed to get a word out.

"Dicks!?" he exclaimed hoarsely.

"Yeahhhhh," she replied absentmindedly.

Her phone dinged and she quickly sat her notepad down and pulled it out. Her background was just the default from when she bought it. She had double digit unread texts but ignored those and opened the new one from Maggie. Her eyes scanned it to completion a few times before she sat that down too and looked at Todd.

"Yes, the "30 inch" part stands for 30 inches of dick. Basically, every time you make a penis come, you get points based on the length that add to your score. The goal is to have exactly 30 points before eight hours are up. Organisms done by the hand or mouth are half points whereas in the butt it's double."

Todd stared blankly at her for a moment while she eagerly looked back at him to hear his thoughts.

"First off, the word is 'orgasm'. Secondly... what? Are you really serious?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" she asked.

"This is really dangerous!" he answered.

"Any more dangerous than when we jumped our bikes over that creek after it flooded? Or what about the time we almost ran into each other while sledding when the snow turned to ice," she said.

"That's different! Broken bones can be fixed but what if you get a disease? Or pregnant? I just think you should think this through before you commit to it fully," he said.

"I don't see what the big deal is. If Maggie and her friends can do this kind of stuff, why can't I? I can do this,"

"I'm not saying you can't do it but this is entirely new for you,"

"YES! That's what makes it FUN! We both know I could sleepwalk backwards to the top of Borah Peak or survive Hells Canyon with a pool noodle. I want something new," she said.

Todd remained silent so she continued.

"You always have my back. Why are you getting cold feet just because I have to suck a lot of dick?" she asked.

Two young men walking by the table stopped and looked at each other after overhearing it. Todd shot them an angry glance.

"Keep walking, she's not sucking your dicks," Todd said.

The students broke out into smiles but another glare from Todd encouraged them to move on.

"Listen," Todd said. "You're right. I'm not your dad or your brother. If this is something you want to do, I'll support you however I can,"

Emily melted into a wide smile.

"Great! So, I think for the eight hours I'll do Friday night starting at 8."

"This coming Friday night!?" Todd asked.

"Yeah, why not? That gives me all week to plan. I can find out where parties are going to be and exchange numbers with guys. Even the nerdy ones. Starting after 8 means people will be more likely to be in bed and worst comes to worst I can grab some guys when bars close at 2."

Todd sat dumbfounded.

"You thought of all this in the last few minutes?" he asked.

She grinned and tapped her temple.

"That's why I'm a winner. I have the mindset. So, I'll meet you at your place before 8 Friday night so we can get everything figured out. You still live with your brother, right? Is he going to be home?"

"Yeah, I still live with my brother. He's out of town this week. You can have his number but he never replies so don't bother," he said.

Emily giggled.

"Well thank you. That's very mature of you."

Todd took in a deep breath. Over the almost twenty years they had known each other, Todd and Emily had almost never disagreed. He learned early on that the more you plant your feet, Emily was that much more determined to "win", no matter the cost. But, she had one weakness: the very competitive nature that got her into messes in the first place. Todd tried not to use it too often as he felt guilty manipulating his best friend but he felt it was the only to protect her.

"I have to say, Em... I'm not impressed. Texting a bunch of guys so you're ready to hook up with them would make this challenge a cakewalk. It's the easy way out. Frankly, it seems like something Maggie would do..."

He dipped a half-eaten chicken tender in some ketchup before chomping on it. Emily stared at him with her mouth slack and traced the back of her front teeth with her tongue.

"Oh yeah? You think it's easy to have a bunch of people lined up to hook up within a few days notice?" she asked.

Todd looked askance.

"I do. Especially looking the way you do, I'd say it's easy mode. That's why I'm going to compete against you. You have 30 inches of dick to take? Well I have 30 inches to give. The question is: can you handle it?"

Todd wiped his hand clean of the fried chicken grease and extended it over the table.

Emily's head was swimming. She could feel her temples throbbing. Todd had never referenced the way she looks before. Todd never challenged her before. Usually he only would eagerly support her. The concept of him as a rival had never entered her thoughts until this moment. Her heart was racing and she didn't know what to say. The only thing she knew was: this is FUN.

She shook his hand. His grip was stronger than she remembered.

"You're on."

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The young man had spent the past five minutes taking slow, deep breaths in front of the mirror over the kitchen sink but he could not get his heartrate to slow down. It was just after seven on a Friday evening and the summer sun had only begun to kiss the horizon and Todd couldn't decide what he wished for more: for it to sink completely already or to reverse back up into the sky. He was wearing a black athletic shirt and basketball shorts, which were easy to slip on after an extra long shower to make sure every part of him was properly clean. He kept checking his phone; partially to see if he had any new texts but also to reread texts from his brother he had long since committed to memory.

Todd's brother, Max, was seven years older and spent almost all his free-time traveling around the world, making his living through social media videos documenting his trips. He would be gone for months at a time, only briefly returning to the tiny apartment to deal with mail before setting out on another adventure. Max and Todd's parents wished he would settle down instead of "having a different girl in every port" as their father often repeated but they didn't complain when he bought them their house.

Todd heard a knock on the apartment door and checked his phone: 7:17 PM. His heart practically had vibrated itself into slurry in in his chest.

"You got this," Todd said in the mirror to himself. He took one last deep breath, strode over to the door and opened it.

Emily stood in the doorway looking much like she always did: She had on her BSU ballcap, a loose t-shirt that came down below her waist, black leggings and sneakers. The familiar backpack over her shoulder seemed stuffed to the point where the seams were stretched. Her baby blue eyes stared up into his.

"You look great," he said. "I see you opted for comfort as well."

Todd was taken aback when he saw her smile nervously in a way he couldn't recall ever seeing before. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear carefully.

"Look what I got," he said. He produced a Three Musketeers bars and her face lit up.

The first time they went trick-or-treating back in grade school, Emily had asked Todd what his favorite candy bar was. Todd actually liked Baby Ruth the best, but he told her Three Musketeers. The rest of the evening, she always made sure to sprint to whichever home they were going to next and grab any Three Musketeers bars she could find. At the end of the night, she lorded the fact that she had more of his supposedly favorite candy than he did... until their parents made them dump their haul into one huge hoard and share it equally. Over the years, the families called them the "Two Musketeers" due to how inseparable they were.

Emily reached for the candy bar but Todd lifted it teasingly out of reach.

"Uh uh," he said. "To the victor goes the spoils."

Emily broke out of her funk and into a sinister smile. She pushed past him into the hallway.

"The only thing you're going to be tasting later is the taste of defeat," she said.

The apartment was tiny; little more than a living room with a kitchen sink and an attached bathroom. The entrance hallway was short, itself being only a few strides long with the bathroom on the left and a closet on the right. As you step into the main room, on the right was the sink and cabinets, directly ahead was a window and to her left was a couch and large television. Max rented the apartment as a place for sleep, shower and sex and that's all the miniscule home could provide.

She took off her shoes, hung her hat, set the backpack beside the couch and practically pressed herself up against the glass to look out the window.

"Oh cool, you can see into the other apartments too! Who needs a teevee when you have live entertainment?"

Todd's eyes caught the bare flesh of her ankle above the top of her low-riding sock and below where her leggings ended. A moment ago, everything felt familiar and safe and now just seeing her ankle had his heart fluttering. His gaze continued up her long legs to her rear and though he had thought about it countless times, the idea that it might literally be in the palm of his hand in moments made his stomach churn from anxiety. He had never wanted something so badly in his life and the fear of losing it spread through him like the first chill of an illness.

She spun around quickly using her socks on the wood floor.

She had caught him staring. He knew it. He swallowed hard. A wry grin blossomed on her beautiful face.

"Wanna see what I brought?" she asked.

Bending down she unzipped the front pocket of her backpack. As she rooted around in the pouch, Todd was mesmerized by the soft nape of her neck. She began pulling Ziploc bags and loose items out.

"In the big pouch I have spare clothes. In the smaller ones I have hand sanitizer, of course. Condoms... trying to buy those was fun. I asked a LOT of questions and I think the pharmacist now believes I'm from Mars. Oh yeah, and can't forget this!"

She held up a 25-foot heavy duty tape measure.

"I think a ruler probably would suffice," Todd said. Emily scoffed.

"A ruler could break or get lost easily and then I'm screwed." She chuckled at her own pun.

"I don't need to measure. Either I'm the right length or I'm not; there are going to be no other dicks involved in the equation tonight," he said.

Emily looked at him quizzically.

"So you don't know your own length?" she asked. She stretched the tape measure out a foot and then brought it back down to four inches

"No, that's absurd. What guy knows his own length?" he said. Todd did know his own length. Every guy does.

"Well, it matters because if your dick is 5 inches then you have to come roughly 6 times tonight. But if it's 6, it's only 5. Though I don't think you have five in you, let alone six..."

She poked him in the stomach with the extended tool.

"Don't you worry about me. I've been eating fruit and drinking Powerade all day. I am plenty ready to roll," he said.

She poked him once again, this time in the chest.

"Prove it," she said.

Both Todd and Emily said nothing and just stood in silence that lasted long enough it bordered on becoming awkward. Todd remembered one of Max's tips. He snaked his palm around Emily's waist and under her shirt to the small of her back. He couldn't believe how soft her skin felt. He pressed into her flesh until it got to her hips. He gave it an affectionate squeeze and then pulled her slightly towards him. She staggered a bit and nearly fell into his chest but he let his arm drop and pushed past her.

"Let's get away from the window," he said. He stood in front of the couch.

Emily was trying to catch her breath. Todd had touched her innocently or accidentally many times but never like THAT. A celebratory high-five or hug, a grasp of the arm or hand when there was loose footing, a pat on the back when she was feeling disheartened, sure. But from the instant his warm palm touched her spine until the second his fingertips left her flesh, she felt a longing she had never felt before. She didn't want him to let go and it was taking everything she had to not ask her best friend, the one guy in her life she's told EVERYTHING to, for his hands to explore more of her body. She once again turned around expecting to catch him in the act of staring but instead he was engrossed in his phone. She felt a lump in her throat.

"Do you need to shower or are you ready?" she asked stepping up to him.

"No, I already took a shower... why, do I stink?" he asked as he put his phone away.

No!" she exclaimed. "Do I stink?"

"No, you smell... good..." he said.

They both sniffed each other. She became immediately intoxicated by the cologne he was wearing. She couldn't remember a time when he had worn fragrance. Meanwhile, the top of her head was fragrant from her floral shampoo, and he wanted to embrace her and drown in it.

Once again the silence and awkwardness began to settle in. Todd removed his shirt. Emily had seen Todd shirtless but now she felt his lean, muscular torso calling to her. She wanted to press her hands all over it and for the first time in her life got the instinctual need to kiss it. To kiss HIM. She let her eyes wander up the entire length of his chest, past his neck and then it rested on his lips where her gaze became locked. She became light-headed and was only stabilized when his hands grasped her arms.

"Are you okay?" he asked. She had watched his lips, which she now believed were the most perfect lips in the world, form every syllable as in slow motion.

He rubbed her soft arms with his thumbs and could feel how the gooseflesh had risen. His hands gripped her tightly and then slid up to her shoulders. His thumbs slipped under the sleeve and felt the soft flesh above her clavicle. She had never felt as small as she did right now.

"Lift your arms for me," he said.

She nodded wordlessly and lifted her hands straight up. Her bright blue eyes bore into his as he lifted her shirt by the shoulders. The collar slowly rose and he watched intently as it covered her lips and then her nose and eventually the eyes that he had seen for nearly every day of his life but now he truly saw for the first time.

Losing sight of his face and feeling cool air on her navel broke her free from the trance she was in. The hem of her shirt was tickling her ribs and would have elicited a giggle except from the growing fear in her now exposed stomach; fear of not knowing why she just stood like a deer in the headlights in front of her best friend, fear of why she was so suddenly terrified of him seeing her in a bra but, most all, fear of losing this challenge by becoming so lovesick she curls up next to him on the couch and spends all night purring for him. With renewed determination, hidden beneath the top that was threatening to leave her body any second, her face transformed from one of doe-eyed stupor to one of smug determination.

As the shirt drifted up over her hips, it was Todd's turn to be entranced. He had seen Emily in just a sports bra or swimsuit countless times, but this was different. Before when she was lightly dressed or showing skin, it was for the purposes of trying to win. Now, he thought, it was for the sole reason of seduction, and he could feel it working. Todd, in that moment, was not able to understand that there was still a competition. And, as the red lace bra came into view, he had become as weak as the kitten that Emily had feared assuming the role of.

The hem of the top was now resting on her shoulders as Todd was awestruck; his eyes ran up and down the length of her torso. His gaze drank in her flat stomach with defined abdominal muscles that twitched periodically in the cool air of the apartment. He tried, in vain, to peer through her red lace bra as her breasts rose and fell softly with her breathing. Emily couldn't see him drooling over her but she could almost feel his eyes trying to devour her.

"Is it stuck?" she asked. Todd briefly panicked and lifted the shirt the rest of the way off her body. Her long hair cascaded down back all around her as she beamed up at him.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before," she said.

"I've never seen you wear ANYTHING lace before," he said. She looked down at her bra and hefted it by the straps

"This is a gift from my grandmother, if you can believe it. She gave it to me last year for my birthday and told me to wear it on a special occasion," she said.

Emily remembered how her face burned from embarrassment when she opened it up in front of her family. Her grandma had actually told her to wear it for the right man. Now that "the right man" could be right in front of her, it threatened to soften her claws so she relegated it, and any feeling of affection with it, to the back of her mind where it proceeded to hum softly.

"It came with a matching thong too. You'll see soon," she continued. Todd was speechless and, feeling him on the ropes, she decided it was time to finish him off.

A grin breathed to life on her face as her hands reached around her back and found the center clasp. It popped open easily as Emily had practiced rigorously over the past days.

"Give me a hand?" she asked.

Todd stepped instinctively towards her as he always did when she called. He started to reach around behind her when he hesitated. She glanced up at him and gave him an approving nod. He placed his fingertips on her bare shoulders and let them travel down the length of her arms to find the soft flesh of her palm. She was experienced enough with his electric touch to understand that it eroded her resolve, so she quickly put the clasps in his fingers. His brow furrowed as he wondered why she asked for his help if she already had it unhooked but as the wheels in his mind started to turn, she assaulted them by moving her hands to his waist band

Todd was overwhelmed. A raging inferno of lust blazed deep within him, but it was easily doused out of concern for her. They were both about to cross a line they never imagined crossing and despite the voracity of him wanting to pull her bra off or to let it hit the floor, the thought of him doing something to ruin their friendship had stopped him cold. Emily, who had been eyeing his navel in anticipation of him losing his shorts, felt his hesitation and looked up into his eyes.

"What's wr-" she began to ask but froze.

In his eyes, she saw unabated fear; the same fear she felt moments ago and had to suppress deep inside. Now, it was surging forth: she wanted to hug him and tell him that it's okay if they stop and just spend the night watching a movie. Her competitive side screamed in her to push forward but her conscience and concern for Todd held her back. In that moment where they held each other's gaze, they both were fighting the same war internally.

For a few heartbeats, it seemed like they would put their clothes on and call the whole thing off. But as their desires were locked in a stalemate, older memories, long forgotten, began trickling back.

Todd remembered the time they were at a pool party and Emily sat on his shoulders with her thighs around his head as they were locked in combat with another pair, trying to throw them off. Her wet, soft flesh brushing up against his neck had threatened to hypnotize him until he heard her cheering for him. After their victory, he easily grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off of him and back into the water. She hugged him in elation and once again the warmth of her skin against his awoke a deep hunger in him. If not for the thin fabric of her suit, her bare breasts would be pressed deeply against his chest. He hugged her back and it took all of his willpower to let her go and not embrace her tighter. He was in a daze for the rest of the evening.

Emily recalled when they both were camping in the mountains and an out of season frost was threatening to settle down. After spending all day hiking, they set up their tents and crawled inside. Todd, exhausted from carrying all their gear all day, slipped his shorts off and got inside the sleeping bad and was out almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Emily, who had spent all day yapping and pointing out local flora and fauna she had studied deeply, also slipped off her shorts and got in next to him. The sleeping bag was snug and she struggled to slide inside, causing her boxer shorts to ride up a bit as her backside traveled down his front. Fighting sleep and fidgeting, she felt a large, warm hand on her bare ass cheek.

She yelped in shock and froze for a few seconds before the sounds of light snoring could be heard coming from the mouth that was inches from her neck. She gingerly grasped his wrist and tired to move his hand off of her but her movement was restricted. She tugged too hard on his arm to free it and he rolled towards her, his chest pressing against her back. Outside the bitter winds howled against the confines of the tent. His heat spread easily into her and despite the awkwardness, she found herself more comfortable than she could remember. They both slept in and went home the next day without issue but occasionally, on certain nights, when the wind was screeching outside, as she falls asleep, she felt a deep longing for the weight and warmth of him pressed against her.

Emily was the one to break first. Her fingers, hooked within his waistband, began tugging downwards and the shorts slid off of his hips easily. His cock sprang free and was standing fully erect, nearly parallel to his flat stomach. He had trimmed his pubic hair short. Emily's mouth hung agape as she took in every last detail.

"Well, aren't you going to measure it?" he asked.

Emily snapped free from her trance and stepped backwards, causing him to release his grip. Her bra slid frictionlessly down her arms to the floor. Emily, still reeling from watching her best friend's dick swollen and throbbing with desire for her, flushed red immediately. Her deep blue eyes contrasted with her dark freckles and rosy cheeks.

Todd felt his head spinning now that her breasts had been revealed. Through their summer adventures, Emily had worked up a decent all over tan with a darker complexion on her face, forearms and legs. Her chest, however, was pale white. Her nipples were the size, shape and shade of pencil erasers and they sat atop small, light brown areolae. Todd instinctively went to cup them but Emily took another step back.

She spun around and walked over to her backpack and bent over. To fight her own lust, she had to break line of sight and to focus on the task at hand: the challenge. She could feel his gaze on her backside and took longer than necessary to rummage through the front pocket to find the tape measure. She thought about how moments ago she had been terrified that he might see her breasts and now she's enjoying showing him her ass. She had resigned herself to the fact that he would be seeing every inch of her before sunset and she was okay with that... while part of her brain screamed to not be okay with that.

Emily rose up slowly and Todd stood entranced by the muscles in her back as she steadied herself. She turned around, determined to make and maintain eye contact... which lasted about.3 seconds before they went back to her best friend's package between his legs. In the few seconds since she last saw it, it had not diminished in any capacity and stood as ready for her as always. Her faithful soldier. Every possible alarm bell was screaming in her head as she took two steps closer to Todd and slowly sank to her knees.

Carefully, almost reverently, Emily reached out to touch Todd's cock. It throbbed in the cool, air-conditioned apartment. She saw the veins pulsing with hot blood just beneath the surface of the skin and the wetness already built up at the head. In the previous days, she had watched videos and read articles about penises and how to handle them, but nothing had prepared her for being face to face with the one she'd been longing for and only just now realized how badly she wanted it.

Deep in her mind, she could almost hear a high-pitched drone, and she fought desperately to bury that along with everything else. She closed her eyes briefly in an attempt to regain composure. Side-stitches, shin splints and a host of other ways to suffer she was well-acquainted with, but this was the hardest thing she ever had to do in the hopes of achieving victory.

Taking a deep breath, her baby blues popped open and looked up at Todd and caught him gazing at her perky breasts. Her grin grew wide.

"Moment of truth," she said, almost breathlessly. She took one metal end of the tape measure and pressed it against his lower stomach at the base of his dick. She bit her lip.

"Can you lower it?" she asked. Todd chuckled sending a wave of embarrassment out of Emily's stomach to the very tips of the strands of her hair.

"Go ahead and try yourself," he said.

Emily softly placed a fingertip in the narrow gap between his stomach and his cock and began applying pressure. It lowered quickly at first but by the time she had gotten to a forty-five degree angle she could no longer move it. Emily's heart was beating out of her chest as she wondered if she was doing something wrong but she once again surged forward.

"I'll just have to make do," she said.

With a practical task at hand, Emily easily used the tape measure and ran it parallel. She checked a few times, peeking from different directions and let the tape measure retract when it was a safe distance from his hardware.

"It's your lucky day," she said.

"I know," he said, cutting her off before she could continue. Her cheeks flushed red again.

Todd had regained his confidence. One of the many words of wisdom his brother had passed along in preparation was "There will be a point where she will be on her knees, man. If you get there, she's yours."

Flustered, Emily did her best to continue.

"I mean, your dick is just under seven inches. At six, it's the ideal length for the 30 inch challenge. You only have to come five times."

Emily's brain had switched over to her analytical and competitive brain and felt comfortable for the moment. She decided to figuratively and literally seize this opportunity. She reached out and lightly grasped his dick near the base with one hand.

Todd's breath caught in his throat. With a touch lighter than a falling leaf, his confidence was shattered. The woman he loved more than anything sat on her knees before him, her pale breasts swaying slightly as she jerked him slowly. Her blue eyes didn't dare break away from his for fear of losing her nerve.

Already the situation had him at a fever pitch and it was less than a minute before he leaned down and rested a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm close," he rasped.

Emily was perplexed and stunned for a moment. Before she could ask any questions, she felt his cock flex in her hand and start shooting cum. The first few ropes hit her directly in the middle of her throat while the latter ones shot across her breasts. She continued jerking him through the duration of his climax as she was too shocked to say or do anything different. His dick stopped twitching and she felt it was appropriate to let go of it. Todd stumbled backwards and nearly tripped onto the couch.

Todd, struggling to catch his breath, looked down and saw Emily marveling at the strands of cum between her fingers and on her chest. They were both trying to process everything when the guilt in Todd caused him to speak.

"You can wash it off in the sink. The kitchen or bathroom is fine," he said. He extended a hand to her.

Emily took the proffered hand and shot a glance to his cock as she began to stand. It was still stiff and pointing directly at her. She stumbled around the corner and entered the bathroom.

The bathroom was small, featuring little more than a shower, a sink and a toilet. Emily turned on the faucet and stood in the mirror and examined herself while waiting for the water to warm up.

The topless girl looking back at her in the mirror at first seemed no different than any other girl she's seen in the mirror, but this one was special. The dim lights of the bathroom illuminated the thick strands of cum across her breasts. It had even pooled a bit in the divot below her neck and in her clavicle. The pale flesh of her chest has flushed red from a mix of embarrassment and exultation. Before today, she had never even considered that a man had come due to her and now she had a front row seat to living proof.

Cupping the warm water, she rinsed off her hand and chest automatically as she was lost in thought. Once again, emotions that had been stifled were bubbling up inside of her. The connection she felt with Todd, how he allowed her to see him in his most vulnerable state, both before and after his climax he seemed to focus on her well-being and the fact that she knew that he had seen her as more than just a friend. She recalled how hard and hot he felt just from seeing her without a shirt... and how, despite what she had read, he didn't diminish after orgasm. The lingering image of his cock still hard and aimed at her as she got to her feet was seared into her retina. Part of her felt that it was laughing at her, showing that it was bar she had yet to surmount. The other part of her wanted to feel that warmth again and to have more time to explore and learn what it likes.

Emily did her best to once again push her emotions down and focus on the task at hand. She had now earned 3 inches to her score. She would have to check the time and then focus on a plan of attack. She could get dressed and be ready to hit the town. Her eyes drifted down to her tanned navel. She tugged the waistband of her yoga pants down an inch and saw the paler flesh that is usually unseen. She thought of a way to not only put Todd out of the game permanently but to also satisfy that buzzing part of her brain that yearned to break free.

Emily strode out of the bathroom, water droplets still drying on her breasts, with renewed confidence. Todd was standing by the sink in just his boxer briefs with an empty glass resting by the sink. His eyes leapt to her as she approached him. Before getting to him, she pirouetted and bent down to get her bag. After searching for a few seconds, she stood upright with a condom in each hand.

"Do you know your size or do I have to measure you again?" she asked.

Todd gulped as she walked up to him. He threw a thumb over his shoulder to the window behind him

"Careful, if I move out of the way, they can see you," he said. She shrugged, causing her tits to jiggle.

"Am I supposed to be embarrassed?" she asked. She tore open one of the condom wrappers.

"Well, you've never let anyone else see your boobs before," he said. Emily sighed.

"I'm guessing a LOT of guys and girls are gonna see my boobs before the night is over," she said. A chill ran through her body when she said it and she pushed it down deep inside as well before continuing.

"They're gonna see a lot more than that. Speaking of, are you gonna take your boxers off or should I find another dick to ride?"

Todd's boxers slid down to his ankles in the kitchen. Emily was a bit waylaid when it looked like his dick had even more life in it than when she saw it moments ago. She was determined to surge ahead.

"Aren't you afraid of the neighbors seeing your ass?" she asked. She knelt before him once again.

"Who wants to see my ass?" he asked in return.

Me, she thought. Me me me me me.

She gingerly gripped the base of his dick and then looked at it and the condom and froze. She had watched plenty of videos of applying condoms but suddenly she couldn't remember a single one. Todd put his hand over hers.

"I know it's your first time so I'll hold it," he said. Emily blushed from her forehead to her chest.

"It's your first time too!" she said. She relinquished her grip and focused on using both hands to slide it on and straighten it out.

Todd had practiced putting condoms on and off in the past days and almost took over but on the off chance that she did leave his apartment that evening and hook up with other guys, he didn't want her fumbling the protection and ending up taking the guys bareback.

Emily had finished putting the condom on when she felt Todd's hands under her arms and lift her up to her feet effortlessly. Her heart started racing as she struggled to regain composure.

"Okay, let's go to the... bed..." she said. She looked around the room and noticed the only furniture was the couch.

"Where do you sleep?" she asked.

"On the couch. When my brother is here, I sleep on the floor," he said. Emily gave him a horrified look

"That's awful! You should at least have a cot or something," she said.

Todd held up a finger and walked towards the closet. Within seconds, he had a rolled-up futon that he carried over to the floor in front of the couch and a few blankets. Emily watched as he set up the bed.

The bed I'm going to lose my virginity on, she thought, and felt a rush of heat throughout her body. She was watching his toned ass and almost got caught staring when he turned around. Before averting her gaze, she was able to tell that he was still fully erect.

"Is that good enough for you, princess?" he asked. She started to swoon upon being called princess for the first time but the provocation gave her the fire she needed to push on.

"It'll do. I might have sex with guys in worse places than this," she said. She grinned, thinking this barb would knock him off his feet.

"You gonna do that with your pants on too?" he asked. Emily felt the warmth that had been building drain from her body.

Emily always knew in the back of her mind from the moment she decided on the challenge that Todd would eventually see her completely naked. But that was something far in the future and she would find a way to overcome that obstacle as she had all others. Now that the moment was here and she couldn't put it off anymore, she felt paralyzed in a way that she never had. No challenge she had ever faced had caused an ounce of hesitation and now she was stopped dead in her tracks. Inside, she wanted to collapse onto the couch and cry but she was able to bargain with her consciousness to at least drop the pants for now.

She carefully hooked the sides of her yoga pants and tugged them over her hips. She used the pads of her finger to confirm that her underwear was still in place and then let her pants drop. Todd gasped.

Emily stood before him in only a lacy red thong. He was so used to seeing her in ball caps, hoodies and jeans that he never thought she could look so feminine. She watched his face as he gazed in awe at her body. She could see the lust and desire in his eyes and suddenly felt unsteady on her feet. A wave of apprehension and fear of him being disappointed when her panties hit the ground was subverted by an overwhelming craving to show him everything; to see his eyes light up when she is completely bare for him.

She took one last look at his cock, completely erect and turgid, throbbing with every heartbeat, before turning around. She heard a sharp intake of breath as he gazed upon her ass. The red thong was completely hidden by her cheeks which were toned from years of exercise. The pale flesh above her knees told him what he already knew: that this area was not only uncharted ground but forbidden from anyone to view.

Staring at the stainless handle on the kitchen cabinet, she hooked her fingers inside the waistband of her red thong, and her mind began to disassociate. Whether it was disgust or approval, she knew that if that last line wasn't crossed, she would be crushed under the weight of her apprehension. She pulled the waistband down over her plump ass and felt it hit the floor. She kicked it to the side with her foot and, after letting him ogle her behind for a few moments, she turned around.

Todd sat down on the futon. He was entranced by her inner thighs. Emily saw his leg muscles flex and watched his cock sway. It looked almost purple now from the thick veins running hot. Her stomach, which had been tied in knots, now felt warmer than she had ever felt. She felt a dull hunger inside of it that was unfamiliar but impossible to ignore.

"Lay back," she said.

Todd reclined and propped himself up on his elbows. She approached him hesitantly but steadily; like light approaching a black hole but never quite reaching it. Standing above him, one foot on either side of his waist, she slowly began to crouch down. He stared openly between her legs and she had to avoid eye contact in order to prevent snapping her thighs shut on reflex. Eventually her knees hit the soft futon.

Emily's resolve was hanging by a thread. To avoid his gaze, she had been staring at an area slightly above his head and now shifted her eyes downward while they were closed. When they reopened, she took in the full sight of his member. It twitched and throbbed in anticipation. She began entranced and had only her intense longing to have it in her hand again broke her free from her stupor.

Her delicate fingers and palm wrapped around the base of his cock. Both their breathing quickened in unison. She was amazed at how hot it was. The air was cool in the apartment and her body was covered in goosepimples. She took a deep breath and spread her legs slightly as she began to lower herself.

Todd, despite coming just minutes ago, could feel that he was close. He felt torn in all directions but simultaneously paralyzed by choice. He wanted to feel and explore every inch of her; to run his hands over her smooth things, over her plump hips, across her flat stomach and up to her full breasts. He wanted to thank her and praise her and, above all, confess his love to her. For fear of killing the mood, he just lay back, mouth dry, and allowed her to take control.

Emily slid lower while staring a hole into his stomach. She struggled to fight an urge to lower herself and kiss it. She almost gave in when she fought something hot and soft brush against the tender lips of her inner thigh. At the first touch, she nearly collapsed. Never before had she wanted something so badly and now it was literally in the palm of her hand. Her neck snapped upward and she gazed at the ceiling. Her infatuation with Todd had reached a new high and she felt if she saw any part of his body, she'd throw her arms around him and tell him she loved him.

The heat and pressure at her entrance was causing her knees to nearly buckle. Her body craved it inside of her and after a few mere seconds, she had soaked the condom down to the hilt. Gradually, it began to push up into her and when the head finally was swallowed completely, she closed her eyes and felt scalding hot tears run down her cheeks from the new pleasure. Rocking her hips gently, working her waist to get the proper angle, she proceeded to take all six inches until her lips finally had sealed him completely within her.

Upon taking his entire length, Emily felt the urge to cheer uproariously. She kicked her feet to stifle any noises, celebratory or lewd. Her eyes still closed and angled towards the ceiling, she clenched her inner muscles around his cock. She had never felt so complete. She had never indulged in the sweetness of her own sensitive flesh and now she was an absolute glutton for newfound pleasure. She wanted to savor every moment.

Todd, too, was overwhelmed by the heat. Having regained the confidence to move but pinned to the ground, his cock flexed inside of her. Emily was caught off guard and let a slight moan escape her lips. She yearned to see their connection, even if it risked her losing her composure. Once again, her eyes glanced downwards, not daring to open until she was certain she wouldn't meet his gaze. Her lids felt heavy as they revealed exactly what was happening between her legs.

She had to lean back slightly in order to move her breasts out of her line of sight and then she nearly gasped as she looked down her stomach, watching it rise and fall slightly with each breath. She marveled at his thick cock being consumed by her pink lips, her shaved pubic hairs doing nothing to curtain off or add a shred of modesty the scene. She could see the veins on his dick disappearing up inside of her. She just barely made out the rim of the condom. She imagined for a second how different it would be bare and desired it so intently she panicked.

While watching her best friend's cock flex inside of her, she gradually became aware of a new sensation: his fingertips lightly stroking her forearms. The tingling ran up her arms to her elbows before following his touch down to her wrists. His actions jolted her by reminding that Todd, her Todd, was not only currently inside of her but watching her every move. Even without eye contact, she was drowning in a sea; she was tumbled around by the ebb of her fears and misgivings and the flow of her desire and admiration.

When she made him come the first time, it had seemed almost accidental, as if he almost forgot to cover his mouth while he sneezed. Now, they had each become more intimate and vulnerable than ever before, all secrets laid bare, and they both only wanted more. All her walls had been torn except one: saying those three little words. She knew she didn't have the strength to say it; but she did have the power to make him come.

She allowed her gaze to travel up his body, refusing to let in linger on anything until she got to his face. She looked into his eyes and despite all the treasures of her body that he could be feasting on, he was gazing back deep into hers. She had expected him to be gazing at her breasts or even their shared fleshy junction but instead he caught, for a moment, a glimpse into her exposed soul. She panicked, and forced her head upwards, terrified that she might give away how deeply she craved him beyond just his flesh. The image of his face was burned into her mind; she had never seen that face on him before. It wasn't quite pleasure; it wasn't quite gratitude. She couldn't think of a right term for it, she only knew how it made her feel: like a painting or statue to be admired.

Once more a moan escaped her narrow throat and her toes curled. Nothing in the world mattered anymore except making Todd as obsessed with her as she was with him and, judging by the memory of his stare that would stay with her until the end of her days, she knew he was on the edge. With renewed vigor, while staring at the ceiling, she began to rock her hips gently. His cock, encased in it's thin, plastic cover, was rubbing deep inside of her, spots that she had never touched.

Todd moaned and his hands went from tracing designs on her arms to gently gripping her wrists. She sat up slightly causing him to slide out a few inches and then she slammed back down. She did it again. And a gain. By the fourth time, Todd was meeting her halfway. Every thought she had was being stifled by the immense pleasure coming from inside of her. Her fears about what kind of face or noise she was making, her memories of watching and reading about how to ride a man, the knowledge that she still had to do this several more times that evening: all blanketed by the waves of ecstasy.

Emily had completely turned her mind off and now had purely put her hips in control. Her legs raised and lowered by themselves, her hips twisted and rocked along paths carved by her own pleasure. She began to feel a warm sensation she had never felt, and her body struggled to chase this rabbit and catch it. Just as this sensation was beginning to grow, she heard a soft, hoarse voice, cry out.

"Em," Todd said.

Emily knew she couldn't look and instead kept her head raised and eyes closed as she heard his breathing increase. His large, warm hands left her wrists as she felt the smack of his palms on her hips. He gripped tight, enough that her pale flesh turned crimson. She picked up the pace and began riding him as hard as she could. A few heartbeats later, she heard what sounded like a cough and then felt it.

His own hips twisted and writhed beneath her as she felt an immense warmth. He began bucking and gripping her flesh even deeper. She nearly cried out as her heart soared with the knowledge that he was coming because of her. He trusted her to let him come inside of her. For a split second, she thought of his vice-like grip on her and how he was holding her down and using her to come and she felt his physical desire as well as his emotional longing. This pushed her closer to the rabbit than anything previously and the hunger inside of her felt like it expanded and swallowed her up. Moments later, once again, his voice broke her free from being entranced.

"Em," Todd said. "We gotta check the condom."

Todd relinquished his grip on her hips and instead took her hands in his. Emily was stunned; free from the thralls of pleasure the room once again felt cold. Embarrassment began flooding back into her along with fear. Something else lingered in the back of her mind but it was swallowed completely by apprehension. She gingerly, using his arms for leverage, pulled herself off of his cock. His softening yet still stiff member slid out of her, still wrapped in its sticky cocoon. As Todd reached down to pinch and roll it off, Emily stared at how full it was. She remembered how close she came to making him take it off and how that small decision could have changed the course of her life. Once again, a small, mental voice cried out for her to lay next to him and caress him as he recovers or to thank him for helping her make this leap but the fear of a near pregnancy and her shame at being naked caused her to look over her shoulder for her underwear.

Emily turned away from Todd and was surprised to feel thick tears welling up in her eyes as well as her nose tingling intensely. She clasped her throat with her free hand to stifle a sob. The word "virginity" flashed into her mind, a word she never gave much mind to, and now it was gone and in return she got a measly six points for her challenge. The only person she could confide in was her best friend, and she couldn't even bring herself to look at him.

Todd carefully removed the condom but still a few drops of hot cum landed on his abdomen. He looked at Emily, who was still on her hands and knees on the futon. He had never seen her more vulnerable. Now that the pleasure was subsiding, Todd was wracked with guilt. He had failed to make her come and he feared that the lack of emotional intimacy was wreaking havoc on her psyche. His brother had told him it was crucial to take care of the girl after sex but he didn't know what to say. If she felt the same love that he did, he would be overjoyed but if this was all still a game to her, he just lost his virginity to a woman who could crush his heart in her hands. Todd struggled to his feet.

"Want anything to drink?" he asked.

Emily nodded her head silently. He stepped past her towards the sink and she let her head hang so her long hair kept him from seeing her tears. He filled a glass of water and turned around to give it to her. He offered a hand for her to help herself up but she couldn't see it with her eyes closed. She staggered to her feet and through half-lidded eyes, took the glass of water and stepped away from him.

"You want anything to eat?" he asked.

Emily tried to say yes but her throat had closed nearly completely. She had fractured a leg before and that hadn't been nearly as painful. Emily had never felt so wounded and alone and it took all of her strength to resist from sprinting from the apartment naked into the hallway. Fighting the impulse, she shook her said as she sipped her water. She struggled to speak.

"No," she said hoarsely. "I'll probably get dressed and leave in a bit."

She wanted to add that she was going to run home and get under the covers and sob till the sunrise, but she couldn't find the strength. She began picturing asking her parents to transfer colleges, so she never had to see Todd again. Or maybe she would live so far away from people she would never have to feel this pain again. If Todd did love her, they missed out on experiencing wonderful sex like this for years. If he rejected her, she would never feel something that intense ever again. Either way, she felt like she had lost a significant portion of herself that she only just now discovered was irreplaceable.

Todd mistook her comment for disinterest in him and instead hunger for more men. Emily had shielded her heart too well and led him to believe that she really had felt nothing. He fought his own tears at this imagined betrayal, worried that the memory of her sole glance in his direction was the closest thing he'll ever get to feeling truly loved. In both of their hearts, their self-loathing and fear of loss began to grow into spite. The two friends that had never had even an argument now were miles apart.

Todd gazed at the woman standing in front of him. Despite her nude form, she felt like a complete stranger. The love he had for his best friend was overshadowed by jealousy. If this was all a game, he wanted to let her know he wasn't done playing yet. He reached out and began to rub her back.

Emily stepped forward and shrank from his touch. She mistook his attempt to console her with an intent to move her away from the window and get her back on the futon. Maybe their entire relationship was a lie and he had always planned for this. Would they ever go whitewater rafting again? Would they ever see who could eat a cheesesteak the fastest? Or would he just expect her to spend everyday with her ankles behind her ears?

"Em, they can see you," he said.

When she pulled away, she was now directly in front of the window. Anyone from the street or the myriad of windows from the building across the way could see her nude form. Todd was hurt when she pulled away, the confirmation that she rejected his love that the wounded part of him was seeking. But he still worried about her and didn't want nude photos or videos of her floating around the internet. He knew a lot of other BSU students lived in nearby apartments.

Emily interpreted his word of caution as an attempt to control her. She also mistakenly took this as confirmation for her fears.

"Good," she said.

Todd was incensed, and reached out to grab her hip. A soon as it made contact, she slapped his hand away.

"I'm not done with my water yet," she said. "If someone wants to watch, they can". She continued sipping.

"Em, what if someone from school sees you?" he asked, hoping to move her with fear.

"Maybe they'll like what they see and invite me over," she said tauntingly.

She had hoped those barbs would land and they did. Todd felt his chest grow tight as he seemed to believe that not only did, she not love him back but that their friendship was over. He felt growing jealousy from future men that she might one day spend hours in the arms of.

She stood there finishing her glass of water, admiring her nude form in the faint reflection of the glass in the setting sun. She mused on the fact that if Todd wanted to, he could stand in front of the window and block any voyeurs. Either her exhibiting herself was a turn on or he didn't care about her, she reasoned.

Todd's eyes trailed down from her back and down to her ass. The same butt he had surreptitiously been checking out for years. He wanted to know how it looked flexing from behind, he wanted to feel it slapping against him, but most of all he wanted it in his lap as they watched a movie together. He reached out and grabbed her cheek.

Emily felt his warm hand on her ass and felt vindicated. She spun around and looked into his eyes. She felt the tears welling up so instead she looked down and saw his member, still hard, pointing directly at her. She sighed and for the third time that day, grasped his dick by the base. She was surprised that he was still hard after having orgasmed previously as everything she read told her men could only do it a few times across an entire day. She felt that maybe the exception was because of her and for a brief second felt warm appreciation but quickly buried it with cold contempt. She sank to her knees.

Emily began to jerk him slowly. Once he came, she would have 12 points, then she could leave, find a house party and a few guys and suppress all her feelings with dick.

She looked up into his eyes which had grown cold. Remorse washed over her. The tenderness inside of her struggled to break free from all the negativity and she knew she had to act fast before the mask dropped. She glanced around the room and noticed his cell phone by the sink. If she couldn't trust herself to remain angry, she'd take it out of her hands.

"I've changed my mind. Order a pizza. I don't care what it is, I just wanna fuck the guy when he gets here," she said.

"What the fuck? I'm not doing that," he said. Emily sighed.

"We've wasted enough time. It's almost dark and I still need 21 points," she said

"I'm not going to let some stranger bang you in my brother's apartment," he said.

"Tell you what. If I manage to make you come before he gets here, I won't tip him with my pussy. But if he beats your arrival, I'll just fuck em in the hallway. Or his car. What do you think?"

By now Todd's dick had stiffened considerably under her slow careful touch so he was confident the pizza wouldn't leave the oven before he came all over her again.

"Fine, you're on," he said. He grabbed his phone.

Emily, despite her animosity towards Todd, felt a gush of pleasure. She never thought he'd actually agree to this but making a gamble involving her pussy was a whole new world for her. Her mind began searching for ways to gain an advantage. She had felt him get harder in her hand and knew there was only a few minutes at most before he'd come again.

She continued to think as Todd called a local pizza place and put in an order for two large pizzas. He called one quite distant from his apartment, but he was shocked when they gave him a 15-minute ETA.

"Two larges will be here in ten minutes," he lied.

"Ten minutes? Damn, it's like you want to lose. Regardless, I don't think these guys have it in em," she said while patting his balls.

"I did my job. Now it's your turn," he said.

Emily thought for a moment and carefully remembered exactly how she worded the bet. She grinned and let go of his cock and stood up.

"Not until you wash your cock. It still smells like cum," she said.

She couldn't let him know she actually LIKED the fact that he was covered in evidence that she had made him orgasm, but this should waste some time as she decided what to do next. Todd began to argue but knew time was of the essence and marched off to the bathroom. Emily walked to the sink and began washing her hands in cold water, hoping the chilling touch would deflate his dick a bit.

She turned absent-mindedly towards the window. It was now dark outside and in the apartment. She shivered as she realized the darkness had kept anyone from looking in for now but if the light was turned on, she would be completely exposed. Her worry grew to a point where she began to consider that Todd only mentioned it for her safety. She began to soften once more and quickly fought those urges and tried to focus on the bet. She needed a way to stop him from coming for ten minutes. Emily didn't exactly WANT to have sex with a stranger but losing was something she feared even more.

Todd walked out of the bathroom and headed towards her, his cock bouncing with every step. Emily got an idea.

"Turn on the light," she said.

Todd would, of course, tell her "No" and then take her to the couch.

Instead, her heart dropped as he flicked the switch, illuminating the sink area.

She turned so that her back was to the window but now anyone could look in and see her bare ass.

"Let's move to the couch or futon," she said.

"No," he said. He stopped at her bag and rooted through it before pulling out the pile of condoms. He carried them in a tight fist over to the sink. Dumping them on the counter, he took a knife and began slicing them.

"What the fuck?" she exclaimed. Todd remained silent as the condoms she painstakingly prepared were easily reduced to ribbons. Soon, only three remained.

"Em, I know you better than anyone. I l-," Todd had to cut himself off as the words tumbling out of his mouth were not going to be the ones that he intended.

"I know for a fact that you worded things carefully to leave yourself some wiggle room. You said 'if I manage to make you come' and not 'if you manage to come'. You worded this so you could sit on the couch until the pizza guy arrives and win. I'm not dumb. Even you, who will do anything to win, won't fuck the pizza guy without a condom," he said.

Emily was equal parts fuming at losing leverage and incredibly turned on by being outplayed. As nervous and emotionally rattled as she was, she still was having fun at having a worthy opponent.

"I'll just suck him off... or let him fuck my ass. Ass points are worth double, after all," she said. As she mentioned her ass, Emily cringed, remembering she was bathed in light and people across the street could see her.

Todd just laughed.

"Em, letting a random guy dump a load unprotected in your ass is even dumber than the time you tried to convince me to let you ski while blindfolded. Now, if you do what I say, I'll leave these condoms alone. If you disagree, I'll shred em."

Emily thought it over for a moment which Todd took as her playing for time. He picked up one of the condoms and was about to slice it.

"Wait, fine! I'll do it. I'll do whatever you say," she said. She felt dizzy. She never had given this much power to anyone. She didn't recognize the man in front of her. He may look like her best friend, but she had never felt this coldness from him. She felt like she had surrendered herself to a total stranger.

"Good girl. Now get on your knees," Todd said. She obliged and soon found herself face to face with his dick once again. The time between when she last touched it and now had not diminished it in any capacity. She gripped it by the tip and watched the skin slide around as she pumped it.

"Now suck it," his voice commanded.

She froze. Jerking him off is one thing but she had desperately tried to avoid blowing him. She hadn't had time to practice and had read many accounts from guys about how bad women were at giving blowjobs. They complained about poor form as well as teeth. Emily thought for a moment but then realized this was perfect. She could use her teeth to make him too uncomfortable to come. She grinned and laid his hard cock along her cheek.

"As you wish," she said.

The Emily of an hour ago would not recognize herself. She used her soft lips to caress the head of his cock before pressing it onto her tongue. She slowly jerked his dick as her lips sealed around it. She fully intended to use her teeth to cause him to shrink back but she found the new challenge of pleasing him almost as enticing. She closed her eyes and began to really get into it. A part of her loved servicing him and desired to give him a blowjob he would never forget. With her eyes closed, her mind started drifting. Emotions she had tried to keep stifled were bubbling to the surface. At first, she wanted to ruin other women for him. Then, she wanted him to never even look at another woman

As she was lost in her lust, she let her eyes drift open. Todd was staring down at her in awe. He was watching the woman he loved essentially make love to his dick with her mouth. She began stroking his balls with her free hand. Todd looked over at the counter and saw his phone laying there. He grabbed it and aimed it at her. Emily snapped out of her haze.

"What then fuck? No pictures," she said, pulling her mouth off of his dick.

Todd shrugged. He put down the phone and picked up the knife and slashed one of the three remaining condoms in half. He looked at her and cocked his head.

Emily winced.

"Fine. Take all the pictures and videos you want," she said.

He once again picked up his phone and aimed it at her. She couldn't stand watching him do it, so she closed her eyes and resumed sucking his dick. Todd, in return, decided to torture her by maximizing the volume of the simulated shutter sounds. She cringed at each one. She wondered how much time before the pizza boy showed up. She wondered if anyone else from across the street had pictures and videos of her back side. Finally, she thought about how Todd now will have videos of her sucking his dick passionately. At this realization, she knew they could only be lovers or complete strangers. Things could never go back to the way they were.

"Get up," he said. She opened her eyes and pulled her mouth off of his dick. She stood up.

"Good. Now turn around and bend over," he said.

She froze. Having her backside to the window was one thing but facing it was another entirely. Risking public exposure is not something Todd would ever do if he loved her. Emily realized that he was too far gone and after tonight, they would most likely never speak again. She felt her strength drain into the floor.

With her head hung, she slowly spun around to face the window. Leaning forward, she placed her palms on the window frame. She desperately tried to ignore his hand trailing up her inner thigh by staring at a spot on the floor. A fingertip finally reached the area where her legs met and slowly, almost reverently, started stroking her. The soft pressure began tracing her opening before exploring her inner lips. In the quiet of the apartment, she heard a light squelching and her face burned in embarrassment. Even after all we've been through, she thought, this is how Todd will remember me: as the girl who was practically dripping onto his kitchen floor while bent over in front of a window.

The finger moved over a certain sensitive spot and a slight moan escaped her lips. She immediately regretted it as the finger returned and began to circle the area. She stifled her noises as much as she could but shortly the pleasure became overwhelming. She started squirming and wriggling her hips in a desperate attempt to shake him off. Surprisingly, this seemed to work, as the hand disappeared. Unfortunately, she immediately craved for more of the touch. Whatever it had begun to stir had not gone back to sleep.

Emily felt his palms grip either side of her hips and fought the urge to press back against him. His hands felt warm and larger than ever before. One palm slid up over her ass to the small of her back and pressed down. The other hand slid across her cheek and patted her inner thighs. She wordlessly complied and both lowered herself and spread her legs further.

Emily had spent over an hour now experiencing deeper and deeper levels of exposure. Every time she felt confident that was the limit, the line in the sand would be crossed without much resistance and she plummeted deeper into shame. The shame was new to Emily but so was the pleasure that came with it. She was used to the "runner's high" athletes also get as well the surge of elation that came with victory. With each new level of depravity, she felt increased desire to have things taken a step further. Two hours ago, she had never even gone on a date: now here she was being examined and treated like a piece of meat. Staring at the floor, her mind did it's best to bury all the emotions swirling and churning within her but, in order to alleviate pressure, it let one free: pleasure.

Emily did not have to wait long before feeling Todd's hips press up against her ass. Within seconds, she felt something pushing at the entrance between her legs. She quickly thought about what kind of view he had behind if it took him no time to line up. Could he see her positively soaked for him? Her passion continued to grow as he pushed deeper. The head of his cock pushed completely inside of her, and she was stabilizing herself with rapid breaths. A bolt of a thought flooded her mind and she panicked.

"Condom!?" she asked.

She didn't have the mental strength to formulate a complete sentence. Emily held her breath waiting for an answer. It came in the form of a slap across the ass. Emily was surprised it didn't sting. She didn't hear the packaging rip but she was lucid enough to know that the blood pounding in her ears could have drowned it out. For that matter, she thought, she didn't hear any shutter sounds while bent over but that doesn't mean he didn't have a phone in hand. At this thought, she felt an extreme warmth pass through her body, allowing Todd to bury himself to the hilt.

Emily was lost in a haze as Todd took her from behind. Her gaze had lifted from the floor to the wall, just below the window. Thoughts failed to take form as the only thing she could focus on was the rhythmic slapping of Todd's hips smacking against her ass. Every emotion except bliss was locked away, her body awash in pleasure. She lost track of time. The rhythm increased and the hunger she felt from earlier was growing into a dull roar. She realized a knock from the pizza guy at any second could interrupt the heaven she's feeling and for the first time since their bet started, she had hoped she would lose. She would give anything for this to not end.

Despite her heart rate drowning out all but the sound of flesh against flesh, she started hearing hard breathing over her shoulder. It was only now that she realized she'd been holding in her breath and so she gasped desperately. Restraints broken, each time Todd slammed inside of her forced a low moan out of her. They were both struggling to breathe and while her desire was still building, she could tell he was getting close. She wanted to see the look on his face when he came but she didn't have the courage to turn around. Instead, she raised her gaze up until she could see the faint reflection in the window.

Emily didn't even recognize herself. The light from kitchen counter would normally keep them both in silhouette but a streetlamp outside had sprung to life, illuminating them both. Her long, coltish legs were spread apart and slightly bent. Her tanned arms were flexing to both stabilize herself and to support the pounding from behind. Between her arms, she could she her breasts rocking and swaying in a delayed response from Todd's thrusts. Her neck muscles were pronounced from guttural moans. Her mouth lay slack as she drew ragged breaths, struggling to keep up the strength to remain upright. Finally her eyes terrified her.

Emily had excepted a smoldering look of defiance, brimmed with anger. Instead, her eyes reflected wanton desperation. What at first seemed like exhaustion she began to realize was elation. Emily's eyes could barely focus but even she recognized that she had not only reached a new plateau for pleasure but opened a whole new world to explore. With this realization, came a prick of sorrow of having lost the innocent girl she was and a tidal wave of joy for giving into her carnal desires. Any resistance she could muster to how Todd treated her was washed away knowing that she'd come crawling on hands and knees for more of this.

Emily was mesmerized by her own visage and then glanced up and saw Todd. His one hand was gripping her hip tightly and the other arm was flexing as he used the counter for leverage. His torso glinting with sweat, despite the cool air of the apartment as his own neck was taut from grunts of exertion. Finally, she saw his eyes which were locked onto her ass. His own face mirrored hers and was lost in both exertion and pleasure. Emily had never seen her best friend like this. Even moments ago, when she was riding him there was an emotional distance between them. Now that wall had at least partially fallen as they succumbed to animalistic desire. Invigorated, Emily fixed her grip on the window and began throwing her ass back at Todd, desperate to make him feel just as good as she did.

Yes!" she cried out.

She looked over her shoulder and watched him fuck her from behind. The warmth inside of her had grown to a point where she had lost all control. In that moment, she would have capitulated fully and done anything he asked in a desperate bid to chase the limits of pleasure. Todd's eyes flicked to hers and seeing the pleasure had overtaken her as well, he lost control.

One last thrust and he buried himself as deep as he could go. His balls rapidly emptied as he began filling the condom. Emily knew he was coming but didn't know about the condom. She didn't care. Her jaw dropped as she watched his abdomen flex and curl as his hips writhed. His body instinctually craved dropping every load of seed deep inside of her. Emily watched as he gave her everything he had, his third orgasm of the day and by far her favorite. He slumped over, still inside of her, and gripped the countertop.

Emily still had her desire nearing its peak. Emily had never touched herself before, but her body was crying out for it. Her fingertips traveled down underneath her and between her legs and felt around. His cock still buried inside of her, she stroked the thick veins with adoration. Her fingertips found and acknowledged the cries coming from her little love button. What felt like a bolt of lightning shot through her body and she clenched hard. Todd cried out in shock as he was still sensitive. She applied more pressure to her most sensitive organ and could feel that hunger skyrocketing inside of her. Emily was about to have her first orgasm.

A triple rap on the door.

"Delivery!" came a voice from out in the hallway.

Emily and Todd both straightened up. He grasped his dick, carefully making sure the condom was sealed, and slid out of her. Emily, frustrated by the interruption, turned on the sink and ran her hands under the cold water.

"One second!" she said. Todd stumbled backwards, nearly tripping. Her red, lacey thong on the ground caught his eye. He bent down and grabbed it.

"Em, catch," he said. He tossed it to her underhand. She caught it and quickly slipped it on.

A second set of knocks on the door.

"Coming," she said. Todd chuckled as he walked into the bathroom, slowly unsealing the condom.

Emily took a deep breath. Under normal circumstances, she would have thrown her t-shirt and pants back on to answer the door but her brain was still fried from edging. She opened the apartment door inwards wearing only her thong.

The delivery driver was about ten years older than her as well as chubby and unkempt. His eyes nearly bulged through his coke bottle glasses and his chapped lips hung open.

"Whoa..." he said.

"You don't see nude girls often?" Emily asked rhetorically.

"At this apartment? All the time. None as gorgeous as you, though," he answered.

Emily's pleasure had receded upon seeing the driver and now the overwhelming embarrassment of being nearly naked in her best friend's doorway for a stranger was overtaking her and turning into irritation.

"Uh, thanks. You know, I was going to fuck you when you got here but... someone else got here first. So... you lose, you snooze," she said.

"Who, your boyfriend?" he asked. Emily stumbled.

"N-no, not... my boyfriend. Just... someone else," she said.

Suddenly she felt the warmth of flesh against her back. An arm wrapped around her, shielding her breasts from the lecherous gaze of the man in front of her. Another long arm extended over her shoulder, with two twenty-dollar bills stuck between the middle and ring finger.

"Yes, her boyfriend. Now take the pies and thank the man, Emily. And you buddy, keep the change and go," Todd said from behind her.

Emily thought his voice sounded deeper due to the vibrations traveling directly from his chest into her. She also felt something poke her lower back.

"Thank you," she murmured as she took the pizzas.

"Whatever," the man said. He took the money and walked off.

Todd shut the door and turned on the light switch.

Emily carried the pizza boxes to the living room and looked around for a place to put them. Her mind was a chaotic mess as she tried to figure out everything that had transpired in the time since she first entered the apartment 2 hours ago. Did Todd really call himself her boyfriend just to get the guy to leave? Was he protective of her just to prevent her from having sex or giving that guy a blowjob? Or did he actually consider himself her boyfriend? Emily was awash in apprehension and so she tried to lighten the mood.

"I hope you're as hungry as i am, heh heh," she said with a nervous chuckle.

She felt the pizza boxes lifted up above her head and tossed onto the couch. Her thong got tugged down to her ankles. Todd walked around to the front of her, grasped her hips and lifted her up off the ground as effortlessly as a wicker basket. He carried her a few feet and sat her down on the couch, facing him, without breaking his grip. He slid her to the edge of the couch causing her entire waist to tilt upwards. His hands trailed down her to her calves, squeezed them and then lifted them until they sat on each shoulder.

"Ravenous," he said.

Emily was too stunned to even move. For all of their life, Emily had been the leader and Todd the follower. She would carve a path and he would support her along the way. Ever since she stepped into this unfamiliar territory, she had felt adrift. Any direction she picked, the undertow would put her right back where she started. The sparks of independence struggled to catch fire but the wind was too busy feeding the flames of desire. Todd spread her thighs, and although him gazing at her tight, pink lips that were still glistening with wetness and sitting a foot away from his face caused a new wave of embarrassment in her, the hunger that had been gradually built up had not subsided.

Todd, his head in between her legs, bent in to start kissing her thighs. Emily gripped the arm rest of the couch with one hand and the cushion with her other. She felt a surge of pleasure and desire between her legs. Her heart thumped hard inside of her, both for the kisses it was receiving (her first ever) and also how her pussy craved attention. She remembered the feeling of her fingers on her soft folds and how she was about to begin the ascent of the wave until it was interrupted by the knocking at the door. With his lips already tasting her soft thighs merely a breath away from their real target, she almost was shivering in anticipation.

Todd tilted his head up while kissing her thighs and appraised her with one eye. His gaze went past her tight stomach, her breasts resting on her chest, her slender neck, past her soft pink lips and deep into her blue eyes. He saw the yearning in her eyes that he had noticed when she looked into his only moments ago by the window. He nodded slightly and then, with contact so light it was almost imperceptible, kissed along her thighs until he got to her soft vulnerability.

Emily wanted to cry.

Despite the cool air of the apartment, Todd's face felt hot. Even the tip of his nose felt warm as it brushed over her. Emily lifted her gaze skyward, too shy to look down. She felt his tongue, slowly prodding and seeking, and felt waves of pleasure. Only when she was certain that his eyes were pressed against her flesh, did she dare to look between her own legs.

His neck and shoulder muscles flexed as his head worked its way between her thighs. The tip of his tongue searched and teased every sensitive fold. Upon seeing his hunger for her, Emily was awash in adoration. All evening, she had seen his lust for her both while engaged in sex and during the in-between periods, but she could chalk that up to just being young and horny. To watch him try to please her for no pleasure of his own, overwhelmed her with new feelings. The small voice that had been telling her that he was selfish and just wanted to fuck her was completely blown away. This act wasn't for his own pleasure and it wasn't for points. Emily's heart softened to the most tender it had ever been for Todd.

Emily reached out to stroke his hair but froze when his tongue finally reached her sensitive little nub. She squeaked and grabbed his thick shoulder. Todd, knowing he found her weak spot, proceeded to draw circles around her clit, only occasionally bumping the organ itself. Emily, closer to a first orgasm than she had ever been, was completely nonsensical. It took all her remaining willpower left to not beg and plead for him to finish her. With her free hand, she grabbed the corner of the couch and tried to angle herself so his tongue would give her the relief she needed.

Sensing that she was getting closer, Todd quit teasing and began spelling words using the tip of his tongue directly on top of her nub. Emily howled in delight. The pressure that had been building all day for her was rushing to the surface faster than she could contain it. Her thighs began to shake, and her breathing rapidly fell into disarray. There wasn't even a peep from the voice in her head about not letting another barrier fall; it knew how badly she needed this.

In the last few heartbeats before she gave herself completely to him, Emily felt more at peace than she had ever felt. For the first time in her life, despite the growing wave of pleasure seizing her whole body, she was strangely at ease. All her adult life, she had been pushing herself in her studies and in her free time, never giving herself a chance to truly rest. Now she had given herself completely over to pleasure and putting her trust entirely in the strong hands of her best friend. If she was capable of speaking, she would have yelled her last thought before cresting the wave of ecstasy causing even her toes to tremble: I love my boyfriend.

Emily screamed. She violently arched her back until there was no point of contact with the couch between her ass and back of her skull. She then just as forcefully slammed back deep into the cushions and clamped her thighs tight around Todd's ears. White-knuckled grips choked the armrest and Todd's shoulder, but he refused to stop. Emily had tears running down her face from elation as she twisted back and forth in pleasure. As her orgasm started to subside, Emily fought to catch her breath against aftershocks and waves of pleasure. Her feet, which had straightened out, now kicked happily as she tried to distract herself from warmth tingling her every nerve ending. Her head turned to the side, she didn't dare look down at the man who brought her so much bliss. She felt unworthy of receiving so much pleasure.

Todd said nothing. He looked up at the woman he loved, saw the tears in her eyes but mistook them solely for exertion. He did not parse her deliberate avoidance of eye contact for affection but instead that he was unworthy of receiving her attention. Todd still had more to give and he was determined to find out if she did too.

Her long, strong legs draped over his shoulder, Todd got up from his knees onto the pads of his feet. Emily still looked askance.

Todd began softly kissing her sensitive lips causing new aftershocks to tremble throughout her body. With every smooch, more and more of his tongue flicked out. Finally, he was kissing right above her entrance. He stopped, let his tongue out and began tracing the silky rim. Emily gasped and shivered.

His tongue pushed deeper inside of her and Emily shut her eyes tight. She'd had his cock inside of her twice that day but that felt more natural, even clinical to some extent. The searching, probing wet tongue, the hot breath from his mouth on her, it felt more animalistic. She felt both like a piece of meat to be devoured and also violated. She moaned slightly, and spread her legs are far as she would dare for fear of her them sliding off his shoulders.

Todd gripped her legs tighter and stood up into a low squat. Emily, who had started out sitting on the couch, had now slid so far that her ass was in the air and only her upper back remained parallel to the floor. She felt powerless in his grip which was strangely reassuring: with no ability to fight back, she didn't have to even consider it. Besides, she thought, he'll get tired before long.

Todd continued to explore her with his tongue causing shivers and waves of pleasure through her body. Out of everything she had been through today, this felt an entirely new level of wrong, but she didn't want it to stop. Knowing what she looked like nude was bad enough but forever having memories of what the most sensitive parts of her body tasted like was unthinkable. Going into this challenge, Emily naively believed she could have sex without an emotional connection. Guys jerk off all the time and there's no fanfare; why would using me make it any different? Unfortunately, Emily now realized she craved the two things she had never had: sex and emotional intimacy.

Todd observed Emily writhing and moaning softly as he continued to taste her. He knew she was enjoying it but she was too far from orgasm, and he couldn't hold this position for long. He pushed his tongue in as far as it would go and Emily yelped loudly in surprise. He then proceeded to withdraw and lick her from her entrance to her clitoral hood. Her folds were still soaked. He sucked gently on the area around her nub, careful to avoid any teeth, in an effort to wake her up.

Todd's tongue felt the protrusion and if his jaw wasn't extended, he would have grinned devilishly. Emily's breath caught in her throat as her heartrate spiked and she felt her orgasm beginning to build once more. Her pleasure had never fully ebbed but merely lurked beneath the surface and now with the pressure in the right spot, it was once again roaring to break free. Emily's head started swimming, tossed about in the raging current beginning to build. She, once again, let go and decided to put her trust in Todd.

Todd drug his tongue back and forth over her clitoris as he once again felt her engine go from idling to roaring. He redoubled his grip on her thighs and then slid his face down to penetrate her with his hot, fat tongue again. As his nose brushed past her clit, a low, guttural moan ripped through Emily and out of her mouth, something neither of them expected. Todd began using his nose to lightly graze her sensitive spot, causing passionate outcries. Todd put both ideas together and while his nose stroked her sensitive nub, his tongue explored her tight, dripping depths.

Emily's eyes shot open. Her passion had built to a point where she felt like she couldn't breathe. A giant weight sat on her chest that was slowly moving towards her abdomen. She looked at Todd who was already gazing at her in admiration. For the first time in what seemed decades, their eyes met and they had a similar goal: to cause Emily to orgasm. They both knew her first one had just been relieving pressure but this next one would dwarf it completely. Todd was trying to figure out how to continue licking her while also move her to the futon for more room when both Emily's gaze and haggard voice implored:

"Don't stop."

Feeling a surge of strength and duty, Todd redoubled his efforts. He made sure her legs were securely in the dip of his shoulders, before reaching downwards and grasping her breasts with her hands. His fingers and palms caressed them gently, before adding pressure and squeezing them. Todd struggled to give equal attention with his hands, mouth and nose as Emily equally struggled to not let her consciousness succumb to a tidal wave of bliss. She wanted to remember every second of the man in front of her doing everything he could to bring her ecstasy. She watched with glee as he played with her breasts. She listened with amazement at his ragged breathing as he struggled to stay in his crouched position. She felt with adoration his tongue and nose stimulating both her most sensitive areas. Todd's mind was so focused on his duty, his goal just in reach, that he couldn't even enjoy the view.

Emily felt the weight had moved entirely into her lower abdomen, and she knew only seconds left before she lost control. Her legs, once more, were shaking with abandon and, afraid they'd fall off, she clamped them around his ears. Todd didn't even feel the pain over the burning of his legs and lower back. Suddenly, his mouth felt a gush of warmth. He looked up once again at Emily and those same, beautiful eyes looked back at him... before they snapped shut and she once again began moaning.

This second orgasm was more violent than the first. For years afterwards, Emily would tell Todd that she didn't even remember it. She nearly blacked out and only remembered regaining consciousness laying on the futon, looking up at him and feeling like she was in a relaxing, hot bath that had soothed every injury and washed away every fear. Todd, propping himself up at the waist, gazed down at her. She limply lifted an arm up and used the back of her hand to stroke his cheek. They held each other's gaze for a while.

Emily's eyes drifted down the length of his body and saw his erect penis, wrapped in the last condom. Still awash in a state of bliss, she smiled. She wanted to thank Todd for making her feel this good and now the opportunity had presented itself. She looked back up into his eyes and slowly spread her legs.

Wordlessly, he crawled on top of her. She watched him snake in between her thighs and could feel her own heat radiating outwards to him. She looked down at her body and noticed marks on her breasts and thighs: areas that had been claimed by her lover. Now he was coming to claim her once again and she couldn't be happier. He left a trail of kisses from her navel up to her breasts and spent time kissing both of them. Emily never gave much thought to her breasts, aside from often complaining that Todd could go topless and she couldn't, but now she had a newfound appreciation for them. She didn't know how they measured up in size or shape to other women but right now the man she loved was kissing them so she wouldn't trade them for the world.

She felt his cock poking between her thighs, so she stretched a hand down there to help assist. Todd looked up from her chest and gave her a nod. She felt around for a bit until her knuckles bumped into his shaft. She giggled feeling it's weight and heat and grasped it gently but firmly. She scooted down a bit and then rubbed the condom-clad head of his penis against her vagina for a bit. She angled it against her entrance briefly before sliding it up to meet her love button and pressed it. She shivered and felt a rush of bliss, like running nails over an itchy scalp. Those two lovers having now met, she pushed his cock back down and felt it enter her

Neither of them said a word. Emily's heartrate once again was a blur as Todd pushed himself up from his elbows to his palms. He looked down into her eyes and she looked back up into his. He pushed deeper and deeper, feeling her warmth grow. She spread her legs further and tried moving her butt to find a better angle. Once they were aligned properly, Todd easily slid in all the way eliciting a gasp from them both. They held that position momentarily as they gazed into each other's eyes. Both hoped the other would either say what they want to say or make the move to kiss the other.

Todd flexed his cock inside her. Emily giggled and clenched around him. Todd laughed. Looking down at Emily, being able to see her smile, he now knew that everything would be okay. He started to slowly pump in and out of her. Emily, still in a lust-induced haze, ran her hands all over his arms and chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath

Todd knew he couldn't last for long. He had been entirely rock hard during the entire time he went down on her. Though he had come several times that day, he knew he had at least one more big load for her and it was churning to break free. Emily wasn't close to orgasm, but she still was relaxing in the warmth of the last one and every time he buried his cock all the way, it refreshed that feeling. Emily was yearning to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pull him down onto her chest and run her fingers through his hair. Her lust satiated, her heart craved intimacy.

Todd picked up the pace while fucking her. The pressure building in his loins was being outpaced by something else: muscle fatigue. Todd stayed in great shape to follow Emily on all her adventures and to keep up but the physical and mental toll from the past few hours was starting to compound. He felt like a house of cards. His breathing grew ragged and his thrusts were getting sloppy. Emily, concerned for him, stepped out of her comfort zone to address it.

"Come for me. Don't hold back," she said.

Todd's thrusts were forceful and were causing Emily's tits to jiggle. His gaze drifted down to them and he renewed his vigor. Emily looked down and blushed. She grasped her boobs to hold them still. Todd's lower back and legs, already shot from when he took her from behind, howled in pain. He rested his hips a tad on her pelvis, causing their groins to grind against her. This caused rubbing above her little sensitive nub and woke it up. Emily began moaning.

She begged him not to stop.

Todd supported himself with one arm while using the other to squeeze her breast. Emily grabbed her legs and spread them, holding them apart from behind her knees. With both their orgasms building, he once again looked into her eyes. Watching Todd's face as he was on the edge of coming inside her gave Emily the emotional connection she was searching for and brought her to the edge as well. She realized they were both about to come together and she moaned. Her legs began shaking as she crested the wave. He relinquished his hold on her breast and instead grabbed the blanket. She arched her back. She leaned forward to kiss his lips.

Keys jingled in the lock at the front door.

Emily's head snapped to the side, her orgasm quickly ebbing, replaced by panic. Todd couldn't stop and instead collapsed on top of her as he emptied every drop he had remaining into her. Emily was frozen in fear and unable to move with Todd's cock still pumping in her and his weight on her chest. She covered her breasts with her hands.

The door swung open and a tall man in a polo and chinos with a backpack over his shoulder stepped in. He saw the couple laying on the futon and smiled broadly.

"Emily! Hey! How are you?" he asked. Emily smiled weakly in return.

"Hey Max. How was your trip?" she asked.

"Great. Great! Thanks for asking! I hope I'm not interrupting anything!" Max said.

Emily shook her head.

"No, no, just... another challenge. I don't know if Todd told you about this one..." she trailed off

Max unslung the backpack and put it in the closet.

"Yeah, I think he might have mentioned it. This is the sex one, right? How's it going?"

"Oh just... finishing up," she said.

"You don't need any help? Does he got this?" Max asked.

Emily put her hand on Todd's back and started tracing circles with a fingertip.

"Yeah, he's got this," she said. Max gave another big smile

"Fantastic! i knew he would!"

Max walked further into the apartment and Emily shrunk. She had known Todd's brother almost as long as she had known Todd and while he's practically family, she hadn't ever intended to have him see her naked. Todd, still inside of Emily, covered her almost completely. Max stepped around both of them, opened one of the pizza boxes still sitting on the couch, grabbed a slice and stepped back.

"Well, I don't wanna leave my lady and or my driver waiting so I gotta go. Have fun you two!" he said and walked out of the apartment.

After they were both sure he had fully gone, Todd carefully pulled out of her. Emily struggled to get to her feet and Todd couldn't do so without assistance from the couch. Wordlessly, he slipped the condom off and washed his dick as well as hands and face. Emily gathered their clothes and got dressed while Todd quickly followed suit. They sat on the couch eating the now cold pizza in silence. Todd was the first.

"It's the other way around, by the way," he said

"What?" she asked with a mouthful of crust.

"You said 'You lose, you snooze'. It's the other way around," he said

"Oh. What time is it?" she asked.

"Uh, it's like eleven or something. I don't have my phone," he said.

"It's over by the sink. You left it there when you..." she trailed off.

After a few more seconds of silence, Todd spoke up.

"I didn't take any pictures or videos of you by the way. I just... pretended to..." he said.

"What!? Why!?" she asked.

"Well, you kept standing in front of the window, so I assumed you wanted people to see you naked. So, I thought I could bluff. It's just part of the game. Nobody saw you through the window, by the way. My brother put a film on it that refracts light. You can't see in,"

Emily sat in silence for a moment.

"It's just part of the game," she said. Todd winced.

Both wanted to be honest with each other but were afraid of rejection. This close to what they wanted more than anything they didn't have the courage to take risks. Any affection they felt from the other in the heat of the moment could be explained with lust.

"Speaking of which, I still need 9 more points. You came while inside me three times... which is 18 and then the hand job is 21. So, I need to have sex one more time and give a blowjob or hand job one more time," she said.

Emily set aside her paper plate and drink and got up. She began tugging her socks on. And put on her hat

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Pharmacy. We're out of condoms, remember? You just used the last one."

The last thing she wanted to do was leave but in order to protect her emotions, she dove back into the familiarity of her competitive side.

Todd sat for a moment in silence. Nobody knew more about Emily than he did and that is doubly true after the past few hours. He watched as she slipped into her sneakers. He had a card to play and it was a risky gamble but the reward was worth the risk. He walked over to the sink and washed his hands with warm water before sliding into his own shoes.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To get the condoms. I'm the reason we don't have any left," he said. Emily laughed.

"Don't be stupid. I lost that game. You came before the pizza guy arrived. It's my loss. I'm gonna go," she said

Todd stood silent for a moment and watched her walk over to the front door. She grabbed the knob and twisted it but didn't pull.

"You didn't even realize what you just said. 'It's my loss.' You never lose. Ever. But you lost. To me," Todd said.

Emily shifted uneasily. The competitive persona she was so familiar with and took solace in was getting agitated.

"What's your point?" she asked.

"My point is I can't imagine you're comfortable with a loss. So, I propose a bet: If you win, we will retroactively consider your loss from earlier a win, and you can go buy condoms to avenge the injustice done to you earlier. If I win... you have to stay here in this apartment til sunrise," he said.

Emily was stunned. The obvious answer was to decline the game, pull open the door and leave. She gains almost nothing except bragging rights even if she does win and if she loses, this not only makes her oh and two against Todd but she's almost guaranteed to lose the 30 Inch Challenge. Her heart started racing.

"What's the game? Are you going to make the rules 'first one to touch the sidewalk at sunrise wins' or something?"

"Nah," Todd said. "I think I'll just beat you right now."

Emily was incensed. Her heart had taken the bait and she knew there was no backing down from this. The smaller voices being drowned out by her competitive spirit were crying out for her loss.

Emily walked up to Todd and extended a hand.

"Fine," she said. "It's a deal."

Todd shook her hand.

"The game is simple," he began. "You and I open a book, without looking, to a random page. We place our fingers on one of the two open pages and say a number. We then calculate how close our guesses are to the actual page number. Whoever is closer wins."

Emily looked around the apartment.

"I don't see a book," she said.

Todd walked over to the closet and opened his brother's backpack and pulled out a novel.

"My brother always travels with a book to read on a plane," he said.

They both walked over to the sink. He placed the book down on the sink.

"Ladies first," he said. Emily stared up at him with her blue eyes before turning to open the book.

"Whoa," he interrupted. "You can't look."

Emily froze and slowly turned to look back at him. She began sweating. She had no idea how many pages were in the book in total, let alone what to guess. Without looking she picked a page halfway between the beginning and end and guessed.

"250," she said.

She swallowed hard. Todd placed his fingertips on the back of her hand while looking deep into her eyes. He traced his name on her skin just like he did with his tongue moments ago. His fingers then ran down the length of her ring finger until they got to the book as well. He thumbed the pages both before and after the section she had opened.

"250 wasn't a bad guess," he said. "You estimated it's about 500 pages and then went halfway. Unfortunately, the book contains 402 pages with 4 before the story actually begins on page 1 and 11 after. So I'm going to guess we are on page 196."

Todd and Emily both looked down at the open book under the orange light of the sink. Todd's finger rested on page 196 and Emily's rested on 197. Emily stumbled back, mouth agape.

"How?" she asked. Todd did not smirk and instead looked solemn without taking his gaze off the book.

"When I was a kid, before we met, I never went outside. I only stayed inside reading books and playing videogames. This book is one of my favorites and I read it so much the cover started tearing. I didn't want to damage the book in any way so instead of using tabs or Post-Its, I just memorized which pages had my favorite parts so I could easily flip to them."

He turned to look at her.

"My older brother helped me to learn to read with this book. It's very special to me. I make him take it along on his trips so that way he brings it and himself back home safely."

Emily felt cold and empty. She had never suspected Todd would beat her again, let alone using knowledge she didn't have. But a small part of her felt relief knowing that she was stuck in the apartment til sunrise and if she wanted to complete the challenge, it'd have to be with him. She clenched her fists.

"Double or nothing," she said.

Todd raised an eyebrow.

"We do it one more time with a different book. If I win, the results of the previous bets are counted as my victory as well," she said.

"And if I win?" he asked. Emily flushed.

"Name it," she said.

Todd grinned.

"Fine. We'll get-"

"I will get the book," Emily said. Todd chuckled.

"Fine. You will pick a second book and then we will do the previous challenge again where we guess the page number. I'll name my prize when I collect it after my win."

They shook on it.

Emily pirouetted and walked towards the apartment door and flung it open. Todd watched her knock on the door across the hall. An older woman opened the door and seemed surprised to see the young woman whose blue eyes burned with passion.

"Can I help you, miss?" the older lady asked.

"My name is Emily and I have a bet with the guy behind me. Can we please borrow a book you own? Any book. It will take 30 seconds, you can watch us the whole time," she asked.

The older lady nodded slowly.

"Is this a sex thing? Because I thought I heard you two earlier making quite the racket..."

"No," Emily said, while blushing. "I'm just trying to win a bet."

"Oh okay," the woman said. "If he wins, does he get your body?"

Emily flushed deep scarlet. The thought of having to do whatever scandalous act Todd could think of brought back memories of the ways she pleased him. She could feel herself getting warm.

"He's not gonna win, don't worry," Emily said.

The woman nodded once more and left. She returned in a few moments with an old thick, hardback book. She handed it to Emily.

"I don't have any romance novels for you, I've lent them all to my cousin, Agatha. This is the closest I could find," she said.

Emily looked at the cover. It said Masterpieces of German Fiction. Emily thanked the woman before turning and walking back to Todd. The woman kept watch.

"You know, every guy's fantasy is a threesome. I wasn't planning on my neighbor but now it'd feel rude to exclude her..." Todd said with a grin.

"Shut up," Emily said. She gently placed the new book on the kitchen counter, looked him in the eyes, and opened to a random page.

"200," she said. This book felt roughly the same size as the last one and the only added weight came from the hardcover.

Todd sighed, skipped the teasing of her hand this time, and instead placed his finger on the opposite page. He looked deep into her eyes.

"50," he said. His suppressed smile broke into a wide grin.

"What!?" Emily exclaimed. She looked down at the page. Indeed, his finger was on page 48 and hers was on page 49.

"WHAT!? HOW!?" All the strength had left Emily's body. The back to back losses had shattered her ego.

"I'll explain," Todd said. "The first book was a Star Wars novel containing one story that lasted for 387 pages. This second book is a collection of German short stories. Each time a new story starts, they restart the page count with 1. Knowing this, I could make a safe guess with '50' as surely no single story in this collection goes above 100. The rules are "page number" after all, and not merely which page since the beginning."

Emily turned towards him.

"How did you know that the book was numbered like that? What if it was just numbered normally?" she asked

"Oh, that's easy. I picked it. Before you got here I talked to my neighbor and told her that a young girl might ask her for a book and which one she should give her. It's my book after all. And why there are no other books in the apartment," he said.

Todd took the book and placed it in a drawer. He went to shut the apartment door and waved to his neighbor. She waved back before closing her own door. Emily's breath became short and irregular. She felt the room was spinning.

"Wait, how did you know that I'd agree to play a game at any point? And how did you know that I would ask for a rematch AND a new book AND go to a neighbor?" she asked. Todd shrugged.

"I didn't. You spent the last few days in preparation of tonight by reading and learning about sex. Max texted me all the stuff I need to know about sex but in the meantime, I've covered this apartment and the surrounding apartments with tools for challenges I was guaranteed to win. I know you have a weakness for competition so it wouldn't be too hard to bait you. I just had to ensure that luck was taken out of the equation so I would definitely win."

Emily's mind raced trying to process this.

"But what about earlier with the pizza guy? Was he in on it?" she asked. Todd flushed.

"Nah, that was an actual gamble because you initiated that one. But, come on, the challenge was to try not to come and it's YOU doing it? Em, that was a slam dunk, especially when you bent over. It's like you were trying to lose,"

"But... why go to all this trouble?" she asked. Todd once again shrugged.

"I always do. It's normal. If you think back to all the other challenges we've done, I always spent night and day beforehand making sure we are one-hundred percent prepared. I just, ah, had more skin in the game with this one."

Emily just nodded. The weight of the physical and emotional conflicts for the past few hours had completely depleted any strength she had.

Todd took the Three Musketeers bar from earlier and tapped it a few times on the crown of her head.

"We've been through a lot, let's just go sit down for a bit, okay?"

Emily nodded and kicked off her shoes. He walked her over to the couch and sat her down. He wrapped them both in a comforter from the futon. She rested her head on his shoulder as they watched TV. Before long they had drifted off to sleep.

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Emily blinked her eyes but quickly shut them due to a painful, blinding light. Slowly opening them she realized she was on the futon, laying on her side, a few feet from the front of the television. She fumbled around in the dark and felt Todd's arm around her. She leaned back against him. Both he and his arm were very warm. She got a rush as she remembered that windy night in the tent so long ago.

He noticed her waking up. He got up and walked to the sink and filled a glass with water. She felt cold while he was gone despite being under the blanket. Todd plodded back over, his heavy feet making thuds that deafened the otherwise still apartment. She sat up and began nursing the water.

"What time is it?" she asked between sips.

"Like two in the morning," he said.

She nodded silently, her face half-illuminated by the silent television. She finished the glass, stretched as far back as she could and placed it on the floor. Todd crawled back into bed to resumed spooning with her.

Emily felt content. Despite all the calamity and stress of the previous hours, she now was snuggled up next to the man who had always stood by her side. He even moved her down to the futon when she fell asleep on his shoulder. There were a million ways the evening could have gone and, for all the hiccups along the way, it seemed like it was all for the best. Even though she was probably going to lose the challenge, she looked forward to waking up in his arms once again.

She pressed herself hard against his strong chest and hips and allowed her dreariness to start to pull her back to sleep. She almost crossed over back into slumberland except for the slightest pressure on her ass. It was subtle at first but then it grew. Her eyes fluttered open. She wiggled her ass against Todd's hips and the pressure continued to grow. A mischievous smile grew beneath the comforter hiding her lips, the only hint to the outside world being her eyes lighting up. Her fingertips sought Todd's thick forearm wrapped around her and began caressing him from wrist to elbow.

Todd's breathing changed. With her head tucked under his chin, he couldn't see her face. He untucked his arm from around her and rested his hand on the dip of her hips. With his arm moved, she instead fished out his other hand, the one buried beneath her pillow, and started stroking his long fingers. Todd didn't dare plunge his hand beneath her waistband for fear of scaring her off.

As if reading his mind, Emily turned her head and began kissing his fingers, as if giving her blessing to its partner. Emboldened, Todd's fingers slipped under the waistband of her pants and felt the tender flesh beneath her navel. Emily's kisses increased with intensity as she felt him explore southward until his fingers bumped into her thighs.

Emily's heart was racing. As Todd began stroking the soft, trimmed fur above her most sensitive spot, she kicked her feet petulantly. Todd, at first, thought he was going too far but quickly realized her intended message. He grabbed her waistband and pulled her pants off over her hips. She cooed with pleasure with her mouth pressed against the back of his hand. She nibbled his skin gently. Todd's hand dipped back under the covers and between her thighs and began stroking her soft flesh. One finger slipped between her pink folds and she gasped.

Emily was momentarily stunned feeling his finger explore her. The warmth in her navel began spreading and when she realized that she would once again feel the pleasure he beckoned from her earlier, the appetite for it came roaring along with it. She spread her thighs to allow him access. Part of her wanted to roll onto her back but she knew if she glanced at him, she no longer had the willpower to hide her feelings. His long and thick finger slowly pushed inside of her and she had to bite the pillow to stifle a moan.

Todd's heart was also racing. Since Emily fell asleep hours ago, his mind had been working nonstop trying to think of what to say to her when she woke up. Now, finally, it felt at peace because it had a singular goal: make her come. In selfless servitude to her, there was tranquility. Although, he thought, it wasn't entirely selfless as his dick was pressed up against her bare ass. Only his boxer briefs prevented their skin-to-skin contact. Despite all the orgasms prior, with her in his arms, Todd felt harder than he had all day.

Emily's brain was reluctant to generate any thoughts. She felt so good pressed up against Todd with him teasing her, she was terrified to say or even think anything and ruin the magic. One thing sprung to mind, an almost dying gasp of consciousness, and with the last of her strength, she willed herself to do it.

Emily's free hand flailed about as she tried to reach behind her. Todd's hands were pinned beneath her head and thighs respectively, so he just watched, puzzled. Emily slapped her hips through the comforter. Todd slowly pulled his finger out of her, brought his hand up and grabbed her wrists. He began kissing her fingers like she did to his.

Emily's heart gushed adoration as her passion which already burned intensely for this man ignited to white hot on his affection. Reluctantly, she broke free of his grip and slapped her thighs again and pointed towards him. Todd failed to understand. Emily growled, ripped the cover off, slapped her bare ass and pointed at him. Todd's mouth went dry as he comprehended.

Todd gripped the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugged them off. Emily, only visible from the light of the screen, nodded furiously. With no cover on, Todd had easy access to Emily once more, but she blocked his hand and grabbed his wrist. His hand was brought to her chest, and he began squeezing her breast through her shirt. She moaned quietly and squeezed her thighs together in pleasure.

The couple cuddled like that for a few moments. Emily softly kissed his hand while Todd played with her breasts. Todd began kissing her neck softly which caused the blood to be pumped in her ears so hard she felt that he might overhear it. When his hand slipped under her shirt, Emily nearly went feral. The warmth between her thighs craved attention. She couldn't take the next step on her own, despite how badly she needed it. Todd had been with her every step of the way; he knew her as intimately as anyone could and so she needed him to cross that bridge with her.

The sound of skin clapping broke Todd out of his funk, as he was losing himself kissing the soft flesh of the nape of her neck. He looked down and her bare thighs were slapping together. Her one leg would raise all the way up and then come crashing down. Todd went to go reach for it, but she held his hand against her chest. Puzzled, he froze... until he felt her grinding her bare ass against his dick.

"Em, I'll be right back. I'll get us condoms" he said.

Todd started to shift to get up but she pulled him in tighter. Hs hand could feel her heartbeat directly against his palm. He watched the silhouette of her head shake disapprovingly in the dark

"You're okay with no condom?" he asked.

A slow nod this time. A kiss on the hand.

Emily shifted as well on the bed and kept her leg raised. She released Todd's hand and she began to stroke herself invitingly.

Todd gripped the base of his cock which was throbbing as it lay against her ass. Todd tried blindly maneuvering it between her legs in the dark as Emily shuddered in anticipation feeling it press and poke and slide. A bare cock seeking entry inside of her should have been setting off alarm bells, but they had burnt themselves out during the day. Even if they were active, they couldn't be heard over the din of her hunger roaring inside of her. Every line had been crossed, Emily thought in the midst of her heat, so what's what one more?

Finally, she felt the head of his cock at the correct entrance. Emily shuddered once again as he ran the head up and down her hot slit. She was practically gushing and coating every inch of it. As he slowly started to push the head inside, she reached down to her lips and felt it disappear. Her body was greedily swallowing every inch of it. It was only when he pushed in to the hilt and she managed to feel his balls right below, did any voice inside cry out. A voice, generated from deep within her loins, that carried visions of what her future could be like if this wasn't stopped. The voice resonated and echoed and bounced upwards inside her, passing through her beating heart and her rapidly contracting and expanding lungs before reaching her dry throat. A voice that had she had been suppressing for years and no longer had the strength to do so.

Emily turned her head around and looked into his eyes, illuminated in the glow. She saw in them the same yearning that had gripped her own heart. She opened her mouth and a voice sprang forth:

"I love you," she said.

It was soft yet piercing, like the first rays of sunbeam at dawn. Like the faithful servant he was, Todd's own inner voice leapt from him:

"I love you too, Em," he said.

He pulled her in even tighter and their lips met. Within seconds of their tongues meeting and their breaths becoming entwined, they both had hot tears running down their cheeks. Craving they had been stifling for nearly two decades had been satiated and both were experiencing a level of bliss beyond even anything that they felt the day prior.

Still inside of her, Todd began flexing his cock. Emily moaned directly into his mouth and pushed her ass back against him. Todd knew he wouldn't last long and also didn't care. He trusted her completely. Emily's entire being was electric as she experienced his bare cock inside of her for the first time, knowing it would be far from the last. Fear and doubt and stress all had ebbed away completely, shadows that had been driven to oblivion by the radiance of their love.

Todd and Emily refused to break their embrace, even as their breathing grew ragged. Emily's hand was still dangling near her thighs after and Todd's soon enveloped hers. He placed her fingers above her soft, sensitive nub, and started using her to pleasure herself. Emily moaned hard into his mouth as they worked together to being her closer to orgasm. Todd himself was on the brink as he felt the boiling in his loins hit a fever pitch. Both wanted nothing more to elicit a passionate orgasm from their partner, to make them experience the same ecstasy the other was feeling.

Emily's legs started shaking as she approached her climax. She was lost in pleasure, the building pressure between her thighs unable to be abated. No knock on the door would stop her this time as the lovers, reduced to their most vulnerable state, gave each other their all and reveled in their inability to know where one ended and the other began.

Todd came slightly before Emily. This orgasm was far more powerful than any he had previously had. He moaned loudly into her mouth and down her throat as his hand shot from between her thighs to grip her hips tightly. Feeling him pulse deep inside of her, Emily's moans joined the chorus, and she writhed and shook in pleasure. They poured everything they had into each other, not caring about how they looked or sounded.

After their orgasms had subsided, they laid together, embraced in each other in silence. They basked in their warmth for a few moments before Emily felt him slide out of her. She grabbed his boxer briefs, balled them up and then placed them between her legs. She awkwardly stood up and staggered off to the bathroom, keeping his underwear in place.

Todd lay on the futon staring at the ceiling. He heard the bathroom light flick on, then the water run in the sink and then in the shower. The light snapped off and he heard her walking back to the living room. She turned the lights on and then turned towards the sink.

She put her hair up into a ponytail. Turning around, she caught him staring at her ass. She strode towards but stopped and picked up her cap. Her hat and her were so inseparable, that when she finally put it on, it fully clicked for Todd. This was his Emily and truly his Emily for the first time. His heart started pumping. She stood above him, nude and beautiful, with a serious expression.

Emily straddled Todd but faced away and lowered herself to her knees. She took his soft cock in one hand and stabilized herself with the other. Todd watched her back muscles flex as her hands squeezed and worked his cock to attention. Her legs also flexed to keep her stable. Emily looked over her shoulder at him and smiled sweetly.

"Just relax and enjoy. If it happens, it happens," she said.

She turned back around for a moment before she felt a swat on her ass. She spun back around, shocked.

"What kind of attitude is that? We WILL win, together. How much time is left?" he asked

"About twelve minutes," she said.

Emily grabbed his dick and began to stroke it. It had already put it in so much effort and all she needed was a bit more.

"You can look at my butt all you want, you know," she said before turning around.

Todd reached forward and began playing with her ass. Emily's face burned with embarrassment but distracted herself by watching his dick as she jerked it to life.

Emily struggled to focus on stroking him. Now that the fog of intimacy, lust and sleep had faded away, all her worries bubbled to the surface. She told Todd that she loved him, and he had said it back, but did he mean it? Or was it just in the heat of the moment. Emily's stomach ached with fear. She couldn't even focus on the possibility of pregnancy.

Todd, sensing her a bit off, decided that now was the time to play his trump card.

"Do me a favor and get up," he said. Emily was puzzled but she stood slowly to her feet. She turned to look at him, eyes brimming with tears.

"Go check your phone. It's in your bag," he said.

Emily gladly turned away and blinked, letting one of her tears fall. She went to her bag and bent over to root through it. She pulled out her phone and the Three Musketeers bar. On the wrapper of the candy bar, was a Post-It note that simply read: You win.

Unlocking her phone, the screen lit up and she saw she had many missed text messages, mainly from Todd. She raised an eye and looked at him.

"Read them but don't take too long," he said.

Todd watched as Emily's eyes scanned the messages. While she slept, he had blown her phone up with a litany of texts, confessing his feelings.

He saw her put her hand to her mouth. He watched her start to shake. And finally, he watched as her shoulders folded inward as she began to sob. She turned the phone off and let it drop onto the blanket on the floor. She turned to him, unrecognizable. Her eyes were completely filled with tears and her face was contorted into a sort of pained grimace. Todd's heart lurched in his chest; he had never seen her so distraught.

She rushed over and immediately laid down beside him. She placed a hand on his cheek and turned his head towards her before kissing him passionately on the lips. Through tears, she looked into his eyes.

"How long have you known you were in love with me?" she asked.

"Since the day we met," he said.

"Why didn't you say anything?" she asked.

Todd's throat was bone dry. He struggled to get the words out.

"I... didn't know if you were ready for that challenge," he said.

Emily looked towards the ceiling in a futile attempt to stop the tears from falling.

"If you're with me, I'm ready for anything," she said. Todd leaned forward and began kissing her stomach.

"How much time do we have?" he asked.

"Like five minutes now," she said, wiping the tears away.

"Do you think you can make your boyfriend come in five minutes?" he asked with a wry grin.

Emily flashed him that classic smile with her eyes bluer than he had ever seen them.

"I think I win either way," she said. She leaned in and kissed him.

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"Hey Em! Over here!"

A young blonde woman in a Boise State University hoodie was leaning over her tray of food.

"Well if it isn't not-so-little Ms. Three Musketeers herself." muttered the brunette sitting next to her at the table.

Another young woman, tan and athletic, with auburn hair in a ponytail, carrying her own tray loaded to the brim with the finest cuisine that educational funds could provide, stopped and turned around. Even with the autumn trees bare outside, her smile blossomed and lit up the room like the first spring morning after a cold winter. She strode on over to her friend.

"Hey Mags, Brittany, how's it going? Sorry, I don't have long to chat," she said.

"That's okay! I just wanted to let you know that there's a new game out there! It's called 'Seven Minutes in Seven'. It's pretty hot. I'm sure you could crush it!"

Emily giggled.

"I appreciate it, Mags, but that sounds more your speed."

She balanced the tray with one hand while she smiled and lightly touched her stomach with the other.

"Besides, I already have my next challenge cut out for me. And even with Todd's help, it's gonna be my biggest one yet."